On a sudden,the sight,
Your look of light,stills all,
The curd-potfalls to the ground.
Parents andbrothersall call a halt.
Prise out, they say, this thing from your heart.
You've lost your path.
Says Meera:
Who but youcan see in the darkof a heart?
On a sudden,the sight,
Your look of light,stills all,
The curd-potfalls to the ground.
Parents andbrothersall call a halt.
Prise out, they say, this thing from your heart.
You've lost your path.
Says Meera:
Who but youcan see in the darkof a heart?