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If the red slayer think he slays,
Or if the slain think he is slain,
They know not well the subtle waysI keep, and pass, and turn again
Far or forgot to me is near;

Krishna awoke;
Yashoda was enraptured to see his face blooming as a lotus that captures the rising sun's first rays
Taking off the coverlet she said, 'awake, darling boy, awake, your loveliness makes me swoon your bewitching face is like...