Today I feel like spring,
Hey madhabi flowers bloomed in any forest!
Who spread the fragrance in the hot air,
the desire of love awoke in the silent heart. ...
LADY, in thy proud eyes
There is a weary look,
As if the spirit we know through them
Were daunted with rebuke
To think that the heart of man henceforth
Is read like a read book.
Lady, in thy lifted face
The solitude is sore;
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