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You lady would fast until enter Heaven;
If one wouldn't open entry, should she not speak?
Adorn'd fragrant
basil crown, Narayana virtuous
Bestows the desire on our prayer;
Of yore consigned Kumbakarna
to death.
Has that demon, lost in contest peak,
Handed the grand sleep over
unto thee?
Lazy to the core
Thou shalt precious decor
Trimmed and dressed, open the door;
Listen and consider, our damsel.
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Thou, daughter of a cowherd, who
Sans a single guilt, milks many a milk-cow
Daunts arrogance, preempt
stuns at its precincts;
Thy girdle seems a serpent in pit;
Wild jungle peacock, start!
All neighbour mates have arrived now
Entered thy courtyard in grace
And sing the name of cloud colour'd yet
Creeper gold! Unperturb'd and mute
Drowsest thou; what for, our pet?
Beloved bride, listen and consider, our damsel.
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Young buffalo yearns for calf, mumbles;
Milk dribbles from udder and home a mire wet;
Thou, sister of a fair and
wealthy, with a snow hail
Over the head, as we clench thy entrance
We pray Him the Delight of our
mind,
He by His wrath had let
The monarch of Lanka South
trounced;
Shalt arise now the very least
What a grand sleep thou acquiesce
Residents all aware and muse,
Open thy mouth! Listen and consider, our damsel.
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