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Under the azure candid sky
Away from the din of the town
On a hilltop like a cavern's raised tent
Wherefrom Wular expands an open book
And ripples under the white moon
As the quit starry serene night
Is followed by the rising sun behind Harmukh
Captives the Zephyr from Tragbal
The pleasant currents bred from such a heights
Steal the fragrance from surrounding orchards
Fetch the secrets of silence, soul and life
From the altars of saint Shaku-ur-din
Under the patronage of splendorous nature
To be passed on to young minds and sweet hearts
In prophetic exchange of teaching l
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