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In Ashadh, O Youthful Lord, Winds carry thick clouds; Drooping in the sky, Rain-clouds stretch vast. Monsoon-fruits have ripened, Tender leaves do smile; Dearest hail the season, Karunasagar, come back a while. My heart craves to find, A moment full of rest; O Brahmanand's Master, Hurry, O Lord! I entreat Thee.
The Eternal Bliss July-2021 | No. 15