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Gita Govinda 1.10.2

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1.10.2

If you speak even a little, the moonlight of your teeth's radiance will dispel the terrible darkness of fear;
let the moon of your face delight the cakora bird of my eyes with the nectar of your trembling lip.

1.10.2.p1

Beloved of lovely nature, abandon your causeless pride toward me!
At once the fire of Madana burns my mind;
give me the drink of the nectar of your lotus face! // Refrain

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