To everyone but me

(3260)  Amare dao na kena dhara

Why do You not grant embrace by me?
Endlessly I call; if hearing You remain,
Of what sort is this affection-stream?

Under fierce summer heat, to malati shrubs at dusk;
Beneath heavy monsoon rains, to ketakii's mites of dust...
With shefali's love and fondness, in the autumn
Upon kush and kash emitted are light-beams.

Through pre-winter's mild frost,
Through harsh snows at winter season...
In springtime, with treacly odor
Suffused are the colors of abeer.

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