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Amid the clustered clouds and early dark morning’s first sunbeams

Piled to towering grandeur way up high

From the blessed Mother which bore thee, are these coloured tints which charm the clear eye

This Moon in water, limpid, pure and crystal, as the skies which witnessed thy birth

In whose depths there lurks an intoxicating liquid which grants such joy to the Earth

Green tinted loveliness emanates from her like bubbles from freshly popped champagne

There is an unrequited side of love here which has brought pangs of stabbing, slicing pain

Singing by the tiny streamlet her praises flow downwards and upwards in a beautiful storm

Gleaming in sparkling dewdrops, come winter they may be frozen in fantastic form

Blessed by the Kaaba’s prayers, natives of the west, and the sweetness of hind

When Summer rules with sunshine, rainbows glitter off the coast of her hair in the wind

To the flowers she gives fragrance, as they with their mithaas exhale

To her they owingly present their beauty, pure, colourful, and frail

Now with May's heat a sun ray torches nature’s verdant dress

Beneath her gentle touch uprising, blooming anew at every caress

And on the sandy beach I break, chanting anthems loud and long

The Almighty’s face has mirrored her since creation’s morning song

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