Hare Ramma, Hare Krishna, Krishna-Krishna, Hare-Hare,
Hare-Rama, Hare-Krishna, Krishna-Krishna, Hare-Hare,
The kirtanias, musical reciters singing
In the courtyard of the house
And the prahars as the time-units passing.
In many a mood, in many a recitation mode,
Sound-swaying,
The singers reciting, smoking bidis,
Playing the ramshackle harmonium
And singing
What the feeling within the professional reciters
That I cannot,
But they reciting
And the musical cadence sometimes making us dance
And lo, you dancing with a rustic pose stealthily
Under the peepul tree of the hamlet homes
Where the sun falls hot
Burning it all,
But the word-notes breaking forth
And encompassing in a vast tract!
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