Defeat has a bright side

(3151)  Shukno patara krame jhare jay

The dry leaves, regularly they get shed;
From the fresh and tender leaves exudes laughter.
Having come new and unhurt, they stand erect;
Lost to a remote place the old ones are defeated.

The tender reddish leaves, green they become;
The grass green, yellow-hued become it does.
In the universe transpiring is a color-game,
Comes crying for a moment, goes where lighthearted?

Upon the earth nothing colored is retained;
Morning sun's crimson glow will surely go away.
Only You had been, are at present, ever will remain;
In consequence, at Your foot I took shelter.

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