Sakuntala:
I do not know your heart,
but my nights and days, O pitiless 1 one!
are haunted by love,
as every part of me earns to be one with you.
Duhsanta:- love burns you, true, my slender girl!
But me, he consumes utterly - relentless;
Day wipes out the moon from view
but not the water-lily.
©Samiran Bandyopadhyay
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