The earth is so beautiful in its own
Laughs asif she is most precious e'er
Like golds, like senses, for, a vaulted town
Where exist men and women whom it shares
And which you feel is better worth, is fine,
That, such dwelling e'er comes not too a late
And such that, these- towers and names so shine-
It's good itself, and pours perfect a date;
Then sun as eastern hue blooms within all
Enlightening sombrely flute of call,
And provoke that all you seek to enjoy-
The flowers and due love of past alloy.
Place: Srirampur, Nadia
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