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Blessed are those in whose ears falls The nectar drawn from sound of music, When autumn moonlight dispels the shade And the beloved draws near. From the Panchatantra Translated by A. N. D. Haksar

Seven notes and three octaves, Scales one and twenty, Quavers fortynine, This is the circle of sound. Three are the pauses, the lasyas six, The rasas nine the ragas six and thirty, And the bhavas there are forty. Thus the elements of music Are one hundred and eighty five, As stated in the scriptures, And by Bharata in times of yore. From the Panchatantra Translated by A. N. D. Haksar