Gita Govinda 3.p14

The Indian Song of Songs 3.p14

Language: English

3.p14

To smite me to the soul with love;--but set
Those arrows to their silken cord! enchain
My thoughts in that loose hair! let thy lips, wet
With dew of heaven as bimba-buds with rain,
Bloom precious pain
Of longing in my heart; and, keener yet,

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Gītagovinda — Jayadeva, Sanskrit