(3) Andhara sheshe alora deshe
At end of gloom, in the light's realm,
News of the crimson dawn
I will proclaim to my siblings, everyone.
Yonder the sky, it is star-studded;
And on the air there is a heady scent.
Living in the midst of all am I,
The flower pollen having smeared my mind.
The soil underneath my feet, lo
It is purer than the purest gold.
In the green shade, deer are entranced;
Consecrated, once again they dance.
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Everything is He; everything is holy.
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