Gita Govinda 2.p18
The Indian Song of Songs 2.p18
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2.p18
While I--what, did he deem light loves so tender,
To tarry for them when the vow was made
To yield him up my bosom's maiden splendour,
And fold him in my fragrance, and unbraid
My shining hair for him, and clasp him close
To the gold heart of his Rose?
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- Gītagovinda — Jayadeva, Sanskrit