"Look at the beauty of Vrindavana forest!
Touching each other with moving hands of splendid twigs and buds, gazing at each other with anjana-anointed eyes of flowers embraced by black bees, and the glory of their crowns moving to and fro, the trees and vines sweetly talk with maddened cuckoos' words like a treasury of honey."
Touching each other with moving hands of splendid twigs and buds, gazing at each other with anjana-anointed eyes of flowers embraced by black bees, and the glory of their crowns moving to and fro, the trees and vines sweetly talk with maddened cuckoos' words like a treasury of honey."
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