LIII

LIII

LIII

I. 122. kaum muralî s'abd s'un ânand bhayo

WHAT is that flute whose music thrills me with joy?
The flame burns without a lamp;
The lotus blossoms without a root; p. 99
Flowers bloom in clusters;
The moon-bird is devoted to the moon;
With all its heart the rain-bird longs for the shower of rain;
But upon whose love does the Lover concentrate His entire life?

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