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Can't thou listen to the
kingcrow mingled all
around?
The
clatter--’Keesu
Keesu’, a medley
Gurgling noise of curd by churndash
Hands moving
see-saw, to alter,
Of Ayar women with tresses fragrant and
Coins clanking in
their necklace seedy;
Thou devilish lass, our chief, conceive;
As we sing Narayana
moorthy Kesava
Shouldst thou
lie-along well orient'd?
Lay open thou
radiant
Listen and consider
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Orient
sky is pale; the buffalo
Before gives milk plods to
graze the
field, Lo!
Girls go abreast in gang and the remnant
Are told to await to have
thee;
We call at thee astand; girl zealot!
If we pray, procure the
desire our vow
By reaching the Divine
among Divine and
sing
Him who had split snout of
the devil
Kill'd wrestlers and quell'd;
He shall hearken our welfare
and spell;
Arise, listen and consider,
our damsel.
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Mansion
studded with pure precious stones
Wicks of
light all
around gleaming
Asleep a couch perfume afloat;
Thou, uncle's daughter,
unlock the door
bedeck'd;
Auntie, would you arouse her?
Is your daughter dumb, deaf,
lazy and
dreaming?
Accurs'd to a grand sleep with a sentry?
Extol Him as Madhava,
Great Hypnotist, Mukuntha,
And so forth chant the
Vaigunta;
Listen and consider, our
damsel.
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