When the first ray lights the sky
I doubt whether you do it golden
And when the dusk passing adown
I doubt your sheen is reflected
Such is your resplendency Sarakondrai
Sun is burnt up with jealousy
But you stay here brightly cool
When you were born simple afresh
Raw and rough as then grew taller
Would any've thought of this glory
Surprise, a real stunning surprise
Sarakondrai, dazzling in heights
All well sung accoladed a lot, lot
On all your promising enticing charm
Resonating even in this street-light
Yet lot more my heart wishes to praise
For you alone read my sorrow in my heart
My sombre solitary seeks your refuge
Into my eyes to my heart set to console
Caressing with your bunches so motherly
Sarakondrai-Golden Shower-Cassia Fistula
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