Play the flute
blow the conch shell
hug me close, O Love!
I have waited for you so long
Ages have passed
ever since my questing for you hard
darkness has set in
roll a star to blaze the way
Wounded and weary
I have fallen into the scorpion hole
poison is seeping into my soul
fast sinking my consciousness.
(Yayati)
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