Gita Govinda 6.p4
The Indian Song of Songs 6.p4
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6.p4
All the wood over her deep eyes roam,
Marvelling sore where tarries the bee,
Who leaves such lips of nectar unsought
As those that blossom for thee.
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- Gītagovinda — Jayadeva, Sanskrit