The harbor spouts with spicy-fragrant;
And
We move from side to side in search of a ship—
Europe, tell your union:
Hunters will not have to send.
The seaport becomes brighter— spicy-forests tossing nearer;
The bay of Bengal is almost prepared:
In flocks, It’s the small fish who will celebrate Shark-feast.
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