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Sinking in her veil of bashful modesty the lily, desiring to save herself from the touch of the hands of the sun, gives cover to her pollen, to her face full of attachment with her petals.
Lo! on this side ... ! The half blooming small lotus (kamalani) doesn't see even the shine of the sinking moon opening her eyes. Conquering envy is not in the power of everyone and.... that too in the female paryaya (state) - improbable!
Unsteady stars, the weak damsels, are now setting behind the moon, their lord, like shadows somewhere .... far away.... in the corners of the sky fearing the sun may not see them. Mild fragrant air is blowing;
2 :: Silent Soil
