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beautiful songs were sungs. But all the misery was reseved for me.//180
O traveller, at sunrise, remembering my longdeparted darling in my mind, I recited an Adīllā and a Vastu.//181
At night even for half a watch I do not feel pleasure, but prattling the talk rearding my darling. I loose sleep. I do not feel love even for a half of the half a wink. Prirced by and taptā with love I am torn asunder.//182
Does in that country not shine at night the clear light of the moon ? Do there not cry sweetly the swans enjoying lotuses ? Does there nodody sing Prakrit songs in very beautiful melodies. Is there not sung with passion the Pancama melody by the Cackoos ? Does not there spread its fragrance the great mass of flowers wet with dew drops ? O traveller, I know that my daling is devoid of love's pleasurable taste, as he does not return home in such autumn season///183
(The Early Winter) I passed in thus manner the beautiful autumn reddant with fragrance. But O traveller, my very shameless darling did not remember his home while I was in such a fathertic state pierced with Love's arrows, I observed that mansions had became white due to heavy dew.//184.
My whole body, Otraveller, cratkled due to Separatin-fire. the Levegod shot arrows proudly
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