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|keywords=Prabhat Samgiita,Prabhata Samgiita,Prabhat Samgiit,Prabhat Sangeeta,Prabhat Sangeet,summer,longing | |keywords=Prabhat Samgiita,Prabhata Samgiita,Prabhat Samgiit,Prabhat Sangeeta,Prabhat Sangeet,summer,longing | ||
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From the scorching summer heat | |||
Creepers shudder out of grief; | |||
And, likewise, my bloom is seared. | |||
With Your touch, the rain You bring; | |||
You deluge the dried-up stream... | |||
You make a spring flow endlessly. | |||
Listen, listen to my sad story... | |||
You | Don't inflict more pain on me; | ||
Don't You know my bosom's aching? | |||
Your heart, it is adamantine, | |||
You | Devoid of any feeling... | ||
You've enjoyed making me weep! | |||
If like mine Your heart had been, | |||
You would have seen so very many | |||
Distressed creatures in utter agony. | |||
Accept my thousand curtsies please, | |||
All kneeling at Your holy feet. | |||
Have mercy on me, oh Heart-Thief. | |||
If | |||
You | |||
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