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Bees hum over partially open lotuses, night-lilies bloom with fragrance, the Tamala tree adorned with wonders—what grace it radiates!
The blooming lotus grove reflects in the clear lake like a divine mirror for forest goddesses.
Her face is like a full-blown lotus, eyes like blue lilies, lips like the bimba fruit, and breasts like clusters of coral blossoms.
As soft as the sirisha flower, this lyrical verse fashioned from five flowers (love’s arrows) conquers the whole world.
Radha's sidelong glances, like bees over blooming lotuses, allure Krishna’s gaze, spreading waves of joy and desire.
O cuckoo! May you stay in this grove with blooming mango trees and buzzing bees—desire binds you to this fragrance alone.
Gusts scatter pollen from blooming land lotuses into the sky, resembling golden parasols—nature’s regal gesture.
Jasmine fills the senses with joy. Meanwhile, other trees pale in comparison—desire flares, sweat stains breasts of women.
Salutations to the dark-hued Rama, whose qualities shine like a lotus, and whose mind destroys worldly illusion.
With fragrant easterly winds, clear skies and rain-fed earth, the monsoon now gives way to warmth and serene brightness.
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