Gita Govinda 2.p11

The Indian Song of Songs 2.p11

Language: English

2.p11

For (sang on that high Lady in the shade)
My soul for tenderness, not blame, was made;
Mine eyes look through his evil to his good;
My heart coins pleas for him; my fervent thought
Prevents what he will say when these are naught,
And that which I am shall be understood.

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Gītagovinda — Jayadeva, Sanskrit