Gita Govinda 2.3.14

English (machine translation) 2.3.14

Language: English

2.3.14

Those pleasures of her touch, those fluttering, tender glances,
the fragrance of her lotus face, the sweet ambrosial curve of her words,
that sweetness of her bimba-red lip—even though the mind is deeply absorbed
in contemplation fixed on her, alas, how does the disease of separation continue to grow?

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Gītagovinda — Jayadeva, Sanskrit