The buzz of beetles feels like smouldering fire in my ears

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The buzz of beetles feels like smouldering fire in my ears

The coo of the cuckoos-like a lance they pierce

The fragrance of flowers hurts my tender nostrils like buffalo a calm pond

Altogether these gardens bring sorrow and miseries unbound.