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Rejected and deranged, she mistakes good for bad and bad for good; everything divine becomes distorted in her grief.
Her graceful speech affirms it—your moon-like face, O deer-eyed one, is lovelier than the actual moon.
Even if stars fade, the moon dies, and lamps extinguish, you will still rise—though such hope now feels distant.
O Sarasvati! Ignore parrots; instead, listen to Govindarāja’s words—more luminous than moonlight!
Your face, delicate one, carved like the moon or a lotus’ heart, is contemplated in awe by the wise.
When moon and sun are weary of journeying the skies, wind-blown flags on palm trees resemble their banners.
O moon-faced one! You are like the moon’s fan held by night to cool the sun-burnt world—without you, life is incomplete.
The moon’s rise in the eastern sky, greeted by joyful bees, frees the lotuses and awakens festive spirit.
O moon-faced, lotus-eyed, goddess-like beauty! Your mere presence scorches my heart with divine fire.
Why do you chase the moon? This soft-cheeked maiden’s face outshines it—don’t be deceived by illusion.
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