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I feel I know you The gale leaves the fragrance behind, beneath the shades of Madhabi The world shivers at your footstep - your jewelry tinkles - Kini Kini Parul wonders, who you are - are you the magic deer from faraway woods? Kamini showers down - the cascade of your unruly hair in the wind The twinkling stars - the sounds of cricket - Jhini Jhini. (This translation was contributed by Pratik Ghosh pg@dcdmc.intnet.mu ) |
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