quit my gardens, o crows !
&
o noisy quarrelsome crows !
quit my gardens--
o birds of all feathers!
of different melodies!
of lonely bushes and thickets!
of far-away lands!
come here ! visit me!
grace my gardens and groves!
nay,all yours,your heavens!
no,ours !
sing singly; sing in chorus!
melt in sorrowful strains;
and in joyous tunes!
but o hoarse-throated crows!
vacate my gardens
and retreat to the forest !
---s.chandra kalaadhar
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