It is only my mouth that moveth
Spewing words.
My heart doth not in love pulsate.
My eyes do not in tears stream.
I do not sob for Thee.
So stony is my heart.
Will I ever see it melt for Thee?
Oh! Thou, the Ripe, Rich Fruit of triple eyes
That is at the foot of the wild banyan tree!
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