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gift_of_lotus_Teaser.mp4

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Collection
Part 10 · VIDEHA MITHILA MAITHILI DISCUSSION CRITICISM SERIES PART 10
Status
asr-draft
Human verified
No
Editorial review
not-reviewed
ASR model
small
Detected language
en (0.992516)
Duration
1:27
Source
Open preserved recording

Timestamped machine output

  1. 0:02–0:07विक्त्री तो लोड रद्र, हु, वेधर एन आंगर अर एन ग्रेष.
  2. 0:07–0:14मेथ कामा, तो वेरी आमभादिमन्द अव वूमन्झ डलाइत, शाइन एन एवन वोर रेदिंट भादि.
  3. 0:14–0:18और विप्रदिर, तो कुर बाखग ब्लोसम्स अव तुर्झे वाइत.
  4. 0:18–0:24The cuckoo is calling, tender shoots sway beside the beautiful Ashoka flowers.
  5. 0:24–0:30A breeze, fragrant with mango and humming with bees, moves through the air.
  6. 0:30–0:34Today, comma, bow in hand, roams the forest.
  7. 0:34–0:39And what is more, the bird's twitter becomes an orchestra while cuckoo's
  8. 0:39–0:41Drunk on the nectar of love.
  9. 0:41–0:42Sing.
  10. 0:42–0:47In the inner apartments of the woodland, creepers shaped like graceful women perform under the
  11. 0:47–0:50perform under the instruction of their master.
  12. 0:50–0:58The wind, trees, jubilant in blossom, coax those creepers with fingers of tender leaves.
  13. 0:58–1:03At the arrival of Lord Spring, the necklace-white frost vanished in an instant.
  14. 1:03–1:11From root, trunk, crown, and chute, from every side, the ashoka bursts into flower like wounds
  15. 1:11–1:13opening in a villain's heart.
  16. 1:13–1:17Ah, this is, the season beloved of youth.
  17. 1:17–1:20Filled with the intoxicated calls of cuckoos.
  18. 1:20–1:24Adorned with Cindyvara, Jasmine, and Mango.
  19. 1:24–1:27Alive with the bold assaults of Kama and the wind.

Plain text

विक्त्री तो लोड रद्र, हु, वेधर एन आंगर अर एन ग्रेष. मेथ कामा, तो वेरी आमभादिमन्द अव वूमन्झ डलाइत, शाइन एन एवन वोर रेदिंट भादि. और विप्रदिर, तो कुर बाखग ब्लोसम्स अव तुर्झे वाइत. The cuckoo is calling, tender shoots sway beside the beautiful Ashoka flowers. A breeze, fragrant with mango and humming with bees, moves through the air. Today, comma, bow in hand, roams the forest. And what is more, the bird's twitter becomes an orchestra while cuckoo's Drunk on the nectar of love. Sing. In the inner apartments of the woodland, creepers shaped like graceful women perform under the perform under the instruction of their master. The wind, trees, jubilant in blossom, coax those creepers with fingers of tender leaves. At the arrival of Lord Spring, the necklace-white frost vanished in an instant. From root, trunk, crown, and chute, from every side, the ashoka bursts into flower like wounds opening in a villain's heart. Ah, this is, the season beloved of youth. Filled with the intoxicated calls of cuckoos. Adorned with Cindyvara, Jasmine, and Mango. Alive with the bold assaults of Kama and the wind.

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