Thy thoughts are directed to me, my hunger
and thirst are lodged in thee. My tongue
delights in one theme; what else am I to speak of?
With eager interest in me You stand looking for
sweetmeats. Tuka says, Truly what store from
the past can exist now?
and thirst are lodged in thee. My tongue
delights in one theme; what else am I to speak of?
With eager interest in me You stand looking for
sweetmeats. Tuka says, Truly what store from
the past can exist now?