In Dwarka.
In Dwarka when faith slumber
I hath danced with the fearful
Behold! Thine eyes
What doth wilt see
Ye beautiful eyes look’d into me
But thou art the grand
Down the
The fistful faith
The trumpet of Lanka rejoice!
I seek for thee like Bhrama
Devine dew, that flows from
Wilt thane. Summon this slave?
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