(98) Shiit asiyache sathe aniyache
| Winter has come, accompanied by Drawings of colorful flowers, Flowers without fragrance or nectar, Under the pale light of the sun. When the sun was near, I would think This unbearable heat can no way be endured— The dreadful Lord would be gracious To bring showers. But when sun was near, it was better— That is what I think today. Listen all my brothers, listen— The distant sun will again come close; Do not worry at all. In earth's winter, with songs of hope, We paint portraits of the ever-new. |
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