Gita Govinda 2.3.13

English (machine translation) 2.3.13

Language: English

2.3.13

Let the side-glance arrow set upon the bow of her brow inflict a wound in my heart;
let her dark and winding mass of braid also strive to kill me;
and let her passionate, bimba-red lip spread confusion, O slender girl;
yet how is it that your well-rounded orb of breasts plays with my life?

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Gītagovinda — Jayadeva, Sanskrit