Let one of my own sort meet me, to satisfy
my desire for the joy of love. My soul is
painfully eager to greet him; my eyes keep watch-
ing for him. It will make my life fruitful when I
embrace the saints. Tuka says, That will be a
blest day of comfort; I will sing in honour of
Gopala to my heart’s content,
my desire for the joy of love. My soul is
painfully eager to greet him; my eyes keep watch-
ing for him. It will make my life fruitful when I
embrace the saints. Tuka says, That will be a
blest day of comfort; I will sing in honour of
Gopala to my heart’s content,