prati rasaal taru saakee-saa hai
प्रति मंजरिका है प्याला,
prati manjarikaa hai pyaalaa,
छलक रही है जिसके बाहर
chhalak rahee hai jiske baahar
मादक सौरभ की हाला,
maadak saurabh kee haalaa
छक जिसको मतवाली कोयल
chhak jisko matwaalee koyal
कूक रही डाली-डाली
kook rahee daalee-daalee
हर माधुत्रतु में अमराई में
har madhukritu mein amraaee mein
जग उठती है मधुशाला
jag utthtee hai madhushaalaa
In continuation of the description of "nature-as-madhushala", Bachchan describes how the cuckoos cry shrilly as they hop from branch to branch, drunk on the nectar of the the flowers on the juiciest trees.
In every piece of flora has the madhushala come alive!
This is one of the verses where there is less "deep meaning" and more lyricism....it is best enjoyed by letting the verse sink in as you savour them, and let it quietly do its work. Read them aloud!!
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