A History of Indian Literature v3.c35.s8.155

v3.c35.s8.155

“I had my love farewell
After a quarrel in love;
Then the wicked fellow came back to me
In the guise of my friend;
With him within my arms,
I divulged the secret of my heart—
That I was longing to be by him.
Then spoke he, “My child, that is really difficult”;
He kissed me and embraced me long.
Thus he has played trick with me
Today , after the setting of the sun.”