Hardships I welcome

(3158)  Akashe kalo megh bhese jay

Upon sky ebony clouds go on floating;
Peacock on a kadam bough, Whom wants he?

Rain-moist, the soil pours out fragrance with love;
From the sound of wind trees sway and clouds roar.
The Unknown Traveler moves on making such a sport;
He comes near, then afar He goes missing.

Today, bolted are many mansions;
In the mind's northeast niche clouds amass still more.
Opening the bolts please come, I'll mix with the One
Who makes light rain on what is gloomy.

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