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Song from the Lyric Act of the ‘Vikramorvaçī’

By Indian Literature

LITTLE bird, fair bird, give me my beloved again. Thou hast taken her beauty away. Thou hast seen her; the beauty thou wearest is hers.

Or has she turned into yon laughing brook? For its wavelets are her arching brows; the bright birds that swim on it are her girdle; its foam is her fluttering garment; and its tripping dancing gait is that of my beloved. Surely she has become yon brook.

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