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 THE CURSE AT FAREWELL

KACH

My life is crowned. No lack, no poverty

In this auspicious hour remains to me.

DEBJANI

O in the three worlds’ fortunate indeed !

Your task achieved, to Indra’s * kingdom speed,

Bearing aloft a nodding crest of praise!

The shouts of joy will swell in heaven’s ways,

The conch® in ravishing tumult welcome sing,

The beauteous goddesses in showers will fling

Sprays from the unfading groves of Para- dise.*

Along the heavenly roads, with low, sweet cries §

The nymphs * will hail you.

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