The palash blooms,
Wild palash blooms
Of the woody and the hilly tract,
Reddish-reddish and florid-florid,
Glistening and glazy
And clustered around,
hanging by the small tree
In bunches and clusters
And the trees leafless
decorating the wild tract,
Over the hills,
Into the low-lands.
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