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The | The bees with their buzzing, | ||
In the garden | In the garden what tale are they telling? | ||
With the colors and the scents of Earth, | |||
With melodic rhythms dropping in abundance, | |||
Those tunes are not lost in the desert... | |||
Sitting amid them, I keep threading a garland, | |||
Filled with all | Filled with all of life's ambrosia. | ||
The nectar | The nectar that is hidden in the flower, | ||
The | The fragrance that is coated with pollen, | ||
The | The fondness that is stored in heart's core... | ||
All | All of them aroused, the song that I keep singing, | ||
It has crossed the bounds of every harpstring. | |||
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