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Even now, I imagine her like a creeper swaying in the breeze, playing veena, seated on a pedestal among love’s sacred flowers.
Even now, day and night, my heart aches for her—her moonlike face, her beauty unmatched, and yet I can no longer see her.
Even today, the sweet words of my beloved—whether meaningful or not—resound mysteriously in my heart as I lie half-asleep, my eyes closed in drowsy pa...
Even today, those majestic compositions—full of radiant grandeur—continue to bring delight to the world. How can this renowned Gopala Datta, born in t...
Even now, as I’m led from the bedchamber by fearsome death-messengers, my heart aches recalling all she did for me which I couldn’t express in words.
Even now, my mind sways with bewildering emotion, abandoning reason and strength, uttering again and again—"beloved, my dear, mine"—though knowing the...
Even now, the moonlight fashions and re-fashions her image, yet fails to create anything equal to her wide-eyed beauty.
Her earrings no longer swing in play, nor her bangles chime, yet even now the world admires the beauty of her lotus-eyed form, radiant beyond ornament...
Even now, she lives as a river on the banks of my heart, her touch stirring waves of goosebumps, her saffron hair and weary glance soothing my limbs l...
Even now, O beautiful one, my heart kisses the moonlike reflection of your face, held captive in twin lotuses. Yet reason, lacking compassion, resists...
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