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If you tell me, I will collect baskets of my fruits and send them to your yard, although some of them have fallen and some are not ripe.
Because of the heavy and fruitful fruits on my back this season, the shepherd boy's sad flute came from time to time in the shade.
If you tell me, I will set sail on the river.
The March wind is restless, stirring up tired waves and complaining.
The orchard has produced all the fruits. In this tired dusk, your call in the sunset comes from your house on the shore.
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My life when I was young was like a flower. When the warm spring breeze came to beg, she generously untied one or two petals from the rich petals, never thinking it was a loss.
Now that my youth is gone, my life is like a fruit. I have nothing to give, just waiting to give myself completely, together with the heavy sweetness.
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I woke up to find his letter coming with the dawn.
I don't know what is written in the letter, because I can't read it.
I don't want to disturb the sage who is studying, so why bother him? Who knows whether he can read this letter.
Let me hold the letter to my forehead and stick it to my heart.
In the dead of night, when the stars are shining, I will spread the letter on my leg and wait quietly.
The rustling leaves will read aloud to me; The gurgling stream will praise it for me; The seven stars of wisdom will also sing for me from the sky.
I can't find what I asked for, and I can't understand what I know; But this unread letter lightened my burden and turned my thoughts into songs.
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When I don't understand the meaning of your signal, a pinch of dust can cover it up
Now I am smarter than before. I crossed the previous barrier and had an epiphany.
It is painted on the petals of flowers; Harmo made it blink; The mountains lifted it to the top of the mountain.
I once turned my back on you, so I misinterpreted your letter and didn't know its meaning.
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I got lost where the road was paved.
In the boundless sea, in the blue sky, there are no traces of roads.
The road is covered, covered by the wings of birds, brilliant starlight and flowers with changing seasons.
I asked my heart: Can blood understand the invisible road?
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Alas, I can't stay in this room. This home is no longer my home, because eternal strangers come along the road and call me.
His footsteps hit my chest and made me miserable.
The wind is strong and the sea is moaning.
I put aside all my worries and doubts to chase the homeless waves, because strangers came on the road and called me.
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Get ready to go, my heart! Let those who have to delay stay here.
Because your name is called in the morning sky.
Stop waiting!
Buds long for night and dew, and blooming flowers long for freedom in the sun.
Break through your skin, my heart, and move on!
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Whenever I wander in the stored wealth, I am like a moth, eating the fruit that gave birth to me in the dark.
I throw away this rotten prison.
I don't want to cling to the rotting stillness all the time, I want to find eternal youth; Everything that has nothing to do with my life, everything that is not as light as my laughter, I will give up completely.
I gallop in time, oh my heart, in your chariot, the bard is dancing.
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You hold my hand, pull me to your side, and let me sit on a high stool in front of everyone until I become shy and dare not move.
Every step I take will be full of worries, for fear of stepping on a cold thorn.
I'm finally free!
The blow came, the humiliating war drum sounded, and I fell in the dust with the stool.
My path unfolds before me.
My wings are full of longing for the blue sky.
I want to join the meteor at midnight and rush into the deep shadow.
I am like a floating cloud, driven by the summer storm, leaving a golden crown and tying lightning to the chain of lightning, just like wearing a sword.
In despair and joy, I ran on the despised dusty path and rushed to your last welcome.
When the baby left its mother, it found its mother.
When I left you and you kicked me out of the house, I could see your face freely.
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It decorated me just to mock me, my jewelry collar.
Wearing it around my neck makes my flesh ache. Every time I struggle to tear it off, it grabs me tightly.
It got stuck in my throat and choked my singing.
My Lord, if I can dedicate it to you, I can be saved.
Take it away from me, give me a bouquet of garlands and tie me to your side, because I feel ashamed to stand in front of you wearing this jewelry collar.
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The clear yamuna river rushes below, and the high riverbank frowns on it.
Surrounded by forests and mountains, mountain torrents draw scars in the middle.
Govinda, a Sikh master, is sitting on a rock reading a scripture. At this time, Lagunate, who was proud of his wealth, came over and bowed to him and said, "I brought you a small gift, not a tribute." Please attend. "
Then he took out a pair of gold bracelets with expensive gems and handed them to the master.
The master picked up one, put it on his finger and spun it quickly, and the gem gave off a series of flashes.
Suddenly, the bracelet slipped from his hand, rolled down the river bank and fell into the water.
"ah!" Raghunath screamed and jumped into the river.
The master reread the scripture attentively, and the river hid the income in his residence and rushed away.
At dusk, Raghunath, soaked to the skin, returned to his master exhausted.
He panted, "If you tell me where I put my bracelet, I can get it back."
The master picked up a picked bracelet, shook it, threw it into the water and said, "I just dropped it there."
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Take action to welcome you at any time.
My traveling companion!
Is to sing with your landing steps.
People who are touched by your breath will not escape under the protection of the river bank.
He will ride the wind and sail regardless, and ride the wind and waves on the rough water.
Anyone who opens the door and takes a step is welcome to you.
He will not stop to think about what he has gained, nor will he lament what he has lost; His heart is beating drums because it wants to go out with you.
My traveling companion!
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In this world, my best fate will come from your hands.
This is your promise.
Therefore, your brilliance shines in my tears.
I am afraid that others will guide me and I will miss you, because you are waiting at the corner of the road and intend to be my guide.
I walked my own way willfully until my stupidity brought you to my door.
Because you promised me that my best fate in this world will come from your hands.
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Your words are concise, my Lord, but what they say about you is not.
I understand the sound of your stars and the silence of your trees.
I know my heart will bloom like a flower; I see, my life has been enriched in the spring of diving.
Your song is like a bird on a cold snowfield, looking forward to flying to my heart to nest in warm April. I am obsessed with this happy season.
I hope it helps you.