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Oh the parading colors at the woods
From twigs to branches, on fruits and flowers and on leaves At every shade and all corners. Sky dappling in colours – songs enveloping the universe. New leaves bustle away murmuring. Beholding the frolic nature The solemn sky is amused At the strike of laughter, can be silent no more Quivers incessantly. The breeze rushes all over the woods, (as if) not knowing the flowers Beseeching all, to be introduced On and on. (This translation was contributed by Pratik Ghosh pg@dcdmc.intnet.mu ) |
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