Uplifts the curtains, Hails the sun
As the night withers, HE applauds thee passion
Ennobles the frosty dews; adulates the cherry blossoms
Embodies wisdom, HE is God’s incarnation
Crystals from peaks; flow to seek
Cleanses thy frail body, molds taupe to pink
No dirt no taint they rinse, sways chastity and peace
Melding with the holy rill; every drop bestows reprieve
Swarms of footsteps squire to pursue
Bleeding red they rumble your virtues
Pain and Agony nothing they feel
Your love so cogent; strives to heal
Power and Moksha; thy deeply accomplished
Seven weeks devoted without any feed
Noblest of all; endorses the old oak tree
Enlightenment of Him; Death of my Prince….
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