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Gita Govinda -Shri Jayadeva Gosvami
Act Twelve : supréta pétämbaraù
Gladsome in Gold
Scene Twenty Four : Song 24 : Verse 22
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mama rucire cikure kuru mänada mänasaja-dhvaja-cämare Translation“O you who give respect to others, my hair, which fell loose as we made love, is like the whisk of Kämadeva’s flag. It is more captivating than the tail-feathers of a peacock. Please decorate my charming hair with flower blossoms.” |
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