If the body be smeared with sandal while
sharp pains gripe the bowels, what pleasure
does it give? Why hast Thou treated me thus,
O Panduranga? Thou hast spread my fame in
vain. If sweet dainties be spread before a fevered
man, how can he taste their sweetness? Tuka
says, Such is my own case, I am like a corpse
decorated without.
sharp pains gripe the bowels, what pleasure
does it give? Why hast Thou treated me thus,
O Panduranga? Thou hast spread my fame in
vain. If sweet dainties be spread before a fevered
man, how can he taste their sweetness? Tuka
says, Such is my own case, I am like a corpse
decorated without.