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Today, | Today, Shiva,{{#tag:ref|Shiva is credited with the creation of the musical octave as well as the six ragas and thirty-six raginiis of Indian music. As such, he is sometimes referred to as Nádatanu (Music Personified).|group="nb"}} with a billowing dance beat, | ||
the | Pours fragrance of screwpine{{#tag:ref|The [[:wikipedia:Pandanus utilis|screwpine]] is a palm-like tree with a drooping appearance. It is native to the tropics and subtropics. The tree is [[:wikipedia:Dioecy|dioecious]] in nature, that is, the male and female flowers grow on separate trees. Male flowers are tiny, white, and very shortlived; but they are highly valued for their fragrance. Those flowers are harvested (primarily in [[:wikipedia:Odisha|Orissa]]) early in the morning, because the fragrance is lost soon after the flower opens. For more information see [http://gernot-katzers-spice-pages.com/engl/Pand_odo.html here].|group="nb"}} into a humid breeze. | ||
in | Scented pollen is adrift, governed by that beat; | ||
They have fashioned a magical dream. | |||
From what unknown place comes the wellspring? | |||
Mind's peacock prances on a stream of glee. | |||
It bursts into song of passionate greeting, | |||
Dancing even now with rhythmic multiplicity. | |||
Today, on a restless wind, the earth was keen, | |||
Bound by Whose love, I can't conceive. | |||
Who is that Unseen One, that heart-thief? | |||
He has ensnared me in a web of sorcery. | |||
the earth | |||
Who is that | |||
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