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Even on mountainous nights
You gallop as a fierce maiden
Shooting arrows at the
Single wheel of the moon.
Touching the lovely charms
Of hills and forests
You become the
Lovely enchantress yourself.
Wide-eyed, slender waist,
You race early in life through hills,
Then swell with matronly concern
In the Doab plains.
In the Sunderbans
You spread out into a delta
Lose your limpidity and
Merge with the great ocean.
You teach me to be a warrior,
You teach me to be delightful,
You teach me to be kindhearted,
You teach me to be self-effacing.
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