O Shyamakadambini...
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Remove remove enchanting bluish beclouding net
O Shyamakadambini...
Anchoring the moon-boat coming
The glowing Word-girls swimming in the boundless night-water..
Sitting on the bank under shadow of a whistling Peepul-tree
The morose bewildered poet alone, waiting...
O glowing Word-girls stop swimming
Come and take rest on the copy of the poet.
O Shyamakadambini...Word-girls now be within reach.
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