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Poem LXXXVII

I. 71. gagan ghatâ ghaharânî, sâdho

Clouds thicken in the sky! O, listen to the deep voice of their
  roaring;
The rain comes from the east with its monotonous murmur.
Take care of the fences and boundaries of your fields, lest the
  rains overflow them;
Prepare the soil of deliverance, and let the creepers of love and
  renunciation be soaked in this shower.
It is the prudent farmer who will bring his harvest home; he
  shall fill both his vessels, and feed both the wise men and the
  saints.