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In plain words
In joyful spring, in a lake ringed with flowering creepers, bright with many kinds of lotus, lovely with rows of sweet-voiced haṃsas, its water rocked by the Malaya breeze, you play with your friends. For whoever remembers you playing there, the pain born of fever departs.
Close to the Sanskrit
In spring, which is full of joy — in a lake surrounded by flowering creepers, with many kinds of lotus shining upon it, lovely with rows of sweet-voiced haṃsa birds, its water rocked by the Malaya breeze — he who remembers you playing there with your friends: from him the pain born of fever departs.