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-O Lord,
+The [[:wikipedia:Mimusops elengi|bakul]] flowers have dropped to the ground.
-the bakula flowers have all withered away.
+Those tiny sparks of hope have all gone out,
+But to some place their pollen's floated away.
-The lamp of hope has become extinguished.
+With and without light Your game goes on;
-The fragrances of flower pollen
+Ever You've been playing with everyone.
-have drifted away.
+Sometimes honey You give; sometimes You but take it...
+When flowers fall, we might get fruit.
-Your divine game goes on
+Your chariot wheels are always spinning;
-in light and shade.
+From pleasure to pain they're rotating.
-You constantly play with all.
+That much I realize, and so is it any surprise...
-Sometimes you fill us with honey,
+Lo, the fallen bakul have returned on Your garland.
-sometimes you take away our everything.
-Now that the flowers
-have withered away,
-I shall get fruits.
-The wheels of your cart
-go on revolving continuously.
-But joy and sorrow alternate.
-As i know the cause that lies behind it all,
-I am not surprised.
-Look, the bakula flowers that withered
-have again taken shape in your garland.
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