(1016) Tumi ke go ele ei varasay
Oh, in these rains, Who appeared,
Drops of water smeared upon Your body?
The kadam pollen quivers with a thrill;
To a dance beat, delightedly the peacock shrills.
Psychic bees move about in swarms;
They race in hope of flower-nectar.
The tune of the riverstream now surges with bliss;
With new zeal the bamboo grove is restless.
Filled with sweet scent, the lotus petals,
With whole heart, for Whom do they yearn at present?
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