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Part - I

The labouring dawn gave out the child of light Whose infant became played O'er the river's breast And woke the bees asleep in lotus bowers, While from Godavary's bank in merry whirls A thousand pigeons starred the morning sky. "Mine that, that farthest speck," one cries; "And mine Is out of sight," another; but a third, "Mine surely wheels the best"; and many so Scanned with their weary eyes, like flying hopes Their favourite birds. The prince at last as if He said, "let all that be, now see now mine Doth wheel," with one warm kiss left his. At once Rose over the air one deafening cheer; all eyes Were up, when lo ! no flight, no merry whirl, The frightened bird rushed onward as if mad And perched himself upon the palace heights.

The prince, concerned, his min'ster comrade called, And said, "Didst thou not mark my pigeon perch Upon those spires gilt by the morning sun ? They are the Queen's; and shall fetch it back." But, then the boy-dewan held by the robe Prince Saranga, and whispered in his ear గురుజాడలు