Friend, the arrow of his glance struck my eyes; Its point pierced my heart (and) his sweet image entered my soul. For a long time I have been staying (here) watching the road, standing at my house. My life clings to (my) dark beloved, (he is) a life-giving herb. Mira says I am sold into the hands of Giridhar, but people say I am loose.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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