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I shall come,
With the bunches of flowers,Let,Let the flowery springCome,Come to.
It’s a fine morning
The kingfisher perched on a tree branchAdjacent to the pondIs calling continuously,Singing the song of the cloudy weatherAnd the monsoon to drizzzleAnd the rains will splash overAnd it will be easy to catch fish.The kingfisher perched on a bough of a treeAdjacent to the pond,Marking the ruffle of the windAnd the monsoon to burst uponAnd…
They said it, your love is a marigold
Yellow, grey and blood-strainedTo find it out,How my love was exactly?They said it, your love is chrysanthemumAnd taking it, I went for as to collectChrysanthemums,White, yellow, mixed and so onTo seek for resemblances.My love, they said it, is a rose,Red-red, pink-pink, white-white,Fragrant and sweetly-perfumed,So natural, so sweet,A damsel was she standing speechlessly,Looking the stars.My love…
Tumhari pyarbhari nazar
Wo Pyarbhari nazarJigar ke aar-paar kartin,Wo jo pyarbhari nigahen.Your loveful lookCould not forget I thatLoveful sight, glance, cursory look,Cutting the heart acrossThat loveful sight.
With so much so of love,
So much so bonding and fascinationA young nun, young and lovely maidenIn the whitesComing,Coming and passing through.I do not know it,But I saw here,Why did I see herWith so much so affection and love?Is this called love?Unexpressed love.
Annapurna Devi, the world could not
How great sitaristHad you beenThat quit you for himWho but deserted you in return!