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In a dew-drenched line the date-palm trees, | |||
With gooseflesh they are shivering. | |||
Winter | Winter's arrived with frost freezing; | ||
New glaciers it's constructing. | |||
The birds and beasts, they flee | |||
Far away to distant countries. | |||
To | To survive, urgently seeking heat, | ||
For fresh sun they are hoping. | |||
And gentle water lilies bloom no longer, | |||
Diffusing their shy sweetness. | |||
Tell me | Tell me now at whose beckoning | ||
Was | Was such trembling roused with morning? | ||
Multicolored Earth, barren it became, | |||
Taking a disheveled yogi's shape. | |||
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