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Roused by rumbling clouds I had risen; | |||
In new form Yourself I witnessed, Beloved. | |||
You are tinted with propitious color, | |||
You are | Throbbing like fragrant [[:wikipedia:Neolamarckia cadamba|cadamba]]. | ||
A stream heavenly You are diffusing; | |||
Rugged desert You've made green. | |||
A lifeless existence You're cramming with vitality, | |||
Into matter imbuing a sense of consciousness. | |||
Summer's flame You are removing; | |||
Dwindled river You have made replete. | |||
You | With juice a sapless earth You're filling; | ||
Darkness You are ridding with hope's lantern. | |||
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