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Brimming with wares is Your vital touch, | |||
You brought | Pulsating new beauty and melody; | ||
and | You had brought profusion of love. | ||
With a cool and damp, most pleasing breeze, | |||
And with the sweet scent of melodic stream, | |||
You had brought profusion of love. | |||
The psychic peacock broke out dancing, | |||
Energized by that touch of life. | |||
Dark clouds, they were inclined hospitably | |||
To overlook the guest{{#tag:ref|In Indian spiritual tradition, an ''athiti'' (অতিথি) is a guest who turns up unannounced. Such a visitor is welcomed with hospitality that would be accorded to God.|group="nb"}} of the day; | |||
You had smiled with music on Your lips. | |||
In Spring, beguiled by magic sweet, | |||
The heart drifts far into the blue. | |||
In Your strong light of morning, | |||
A restless mind does not look behind; | |||
With such loving caress You had blessed. | |||
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