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|keywords=Prabhat Samgiita,Prabhata Samgiita,Prabhat Samgiit,Prabhat Sangeeta,Prabhat Sangeet,PROUT | |keywords=Prabhat Samgiita,Prabhata Samgiita,Prabhat Samgiit,Prabhat Sangeeta,Prabhat Sangeet,PROUT | ||
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Goaded by Thee, with flowers were | |||
by | All the trees in an arid desert. | ||
the trees in | Become fragrant and well-colored, | ||
Pleasantly cool was that once-dead desert. | |||
It's something I could never dream | |||
And even still I can't conceive... | |||
something | Broken hearts were restored; | ||
They began to speak once more. | |||
For all corporeal beings, You are ubiquitous; | |||
You are | But even being stationary, Your movement is quite rapid. | ||
You make a planet’s ocean of light spill over | |||
By spinning the nectar-axis in reverse direction. | |||
You | |||
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