Moving on

(100)  Kamalanebur varne gandhe

With the color and smell of oranges,
You've come today in new fashion.
Having roused blizzards mid snowdrifts,
You've brought an arctic chill.

For You no longer is there respite;
You bring shivers, huge and incessant.
Now, having brought a quake with song of frost,
Having made Your divine sport, You have moved along.

On drumstick trees flowers have clung;
With fruit the jujube trees are laden.
Today, those who repose in hibernation,
Have You contemplated them?

On this wintry night, silent and lonely,
You've been seized with transcendental feeling.

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