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Thou, who on Thine head sporteth
Moon, Ganga, konrai *[1] and mattram *[2].
Thou, the Pure One!
Leaving off the goal of Thy Golden Feet
I sank into this lust and lived.
Thinking of this evil fate,
My eyes cease to close in sleep.
FootNotes:
[1] Cassia
[2] Thorn apple

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