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In plain words
The ground has gone pink where the pollen drifted down. The blossoms stand so high overhead they drink the light of sun and moon. Row upon row of bees, parrots and cuckoos are calling, and the sound takes the ear captive. Surely — let that king of gardens shine forth in my heart.
Close to the Sanskrit
Its ground-portion rosy with pollen fallen all around; its sun-and-moon rays drunk up by the lofty blossoming flowers; captivating the ear with the cooings of rows of bees, parrots and cuckoos — surely may the king of gardens shine forth in my heart.