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Nīla ākāśera tale.

ḥag ha-Pesaḥ : dine ḥodesh Nisan, hil. ḥamets u-matsah ṿe-dine lel ha-seder

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        Publishersnodata
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        LC Classifications1966
        The Physical Object
        Paginationxvi, 125 p. :
        Number of Pages44
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        ISBN 10nodata
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Expectant every year, I pass my life Wasting my flesh with hopes: If the lotus die of the winter moon, What shall avail in the spring? And since it rains incessantly, I know my life will end, As though in flames of fire.

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LXXXIX, Nīla ākāśera tale. Havell, Indian Sculpture and Painting, PI. He did not disdain to use the folk-speech and folk-thought for the expression of the highest matters. What can I do, if he should soothe my fears? Hiding your breasts, your shoulders showing, Your girdle knotted fast, You shall appear offended, yet be loving, You shall refrain desire, that ever springs afresh.

Yourself the Guru shall teach e'en Love himself. How curiously, methinks, has Providence Created man and maid! 'I fain would touch them with these lotus hands If fate be not forbidding: I seek a sanctuary at your feet— O that the damsel may be kind! He gave her final release. Then suddenly you came away, before he saw you well Now he is weeping, Wel-a-way. No sooner seeing me, but he will clip me tight: Who then will save me, when my life is dying?