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Haze
Vavroo vahana patra
Haze covers the Earth;
Where goes the human mirth?
Fog does not pass your ray;
Hindrance created in creature’s gay.
The mist spreads over the blossom;
How cheerfully it can bloom!
It disappears with the beam of Sun;
How lovely looks the morn!
Oh Sun, your appearance desired for human pleasure
which is the eternal law of Nature
ye come and create delight in flower;
That’s the boon of plants and ours.
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