You called the clouds
Stamping jewel colors
Terminating mound-like body
Shining in elegance.
O Kalidasa, I saw
Your words play
In fruitful rains
With the hard-working
Village women.
O Kalidasa, I felt
The same sweet smell
On this earth to rest
And lifting the life
In the wonder-world.
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