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Nicely done
Beautiful 😊😊👌🏽
Loved the way Debraj links it a full circle, though they're 3 characters from different novels. Kudos!!
Excellent translation doing full justice to the essence of the original poems
Excellent rendering.
Simply beautiful 😍