Raodrer khara tápeGriiśmer dávadáheBelá málatii snigdha samiirKichu shiitalatá áneMan áro shiitalatá cáheSahakárshákhá bhárete ánataThare thare phale jambuka nataPracańd́a táp sahe ná je árMan sadá ei kaheNaesha vátáse kusuma suváseKichu upasham áneMan áro upasham cáheShata janamer shata klesh jataGriiśmete jena halo ekiibhútaRudra devatá vrśt́i námáoMan sadá ei kaheAfflicted by a sun that's fierce,Under summer's scorching heat,Morning's jasmine and a mild breezeA little coolness they bring;But mind requires yet more soothing.From their load, the mango-tree boughs stoop;Rose-apple shrubs droop with their rows of fruit.The brutal heat can be borne no longer;This the mind constantly utters.On the nocturnal wind and floral fragranceSome abatement does get carried;But mind craves still more relief.Countless births and as numerous afflictions,It's as if they were fused in the summer.Fearsome Lord, send down the rain;Mind always says the same.

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