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It's Margali month, moon
replete and the day is
proper
We shall bathe,
girls of Ayarpadi
prosperous
Will you move out? You wealthy adorn'd
fine jewels;
Narayana, son of
relentless Nandagopala,
Whose job wielding a sharp spike ever
alert and
The lion cub of
Yasoda with eye gracious
And the lad with dark complexion,
handsome eye
And face sunny
bright pleasant as moon
Sure shall grant us
the desire soon
To the esteem of
this earth as a boon;
Oblige, involve,
listen and consider,
our damsel.
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You
who enjoy life on earth, listen!
The rituals for deity go
through we duteous;
Chant the foot of
the Supremo who had
Reposed in stealth on the
ocean milky;
Bathe we early; relish not
ghee or milk
Nor would kemp, nor adorn
with flower
beauteous;
Grace not with eyeliner; nor
bid deeds forbidden;
Nor go around ear kiss tale
or malicious
gossip
Help the worthy and poor
utmost by gift or alms toss'd
With mind pleasant, study
the chores
engross'd;
Listen and consider, our
damsel.
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Should we
sing the name of the magnanimous
Outgrown and meted the world
and assent
To bathe for deity, rain it shall, pour
country
over
Thrice monthly with no
despair;
Shall facilitate tall growth of fine
paddy crop.
Carp to jump amidst like
aquabatic feat,
Spotted bee to perch on lily fair and
Donor cows to stand still,
with udders
thick,
Allow milking to fill
vessels copious;
To ordain never vanishing
wealth
bounteous;
Listen and consider our
damsel.
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