Gita Govinda 2.7.8

English (machine translation) 2.7.8

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2.7.8

Through the sport of the arrows of the Bodiless One, even a garland on my heart / strikes me, whose body is tender as a flower, like an exceedingly cruel rock! / To whom can I go here for refuge, deceived by the words of my confidantes?

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Gītagovinda — Jayadeva, Sanskrit