TEXT 251

TEXT 251

paraspara veṇu-gīte haraye cetana
mora bhrame tamālere kare āliṅgana

Перевод

"The flutelike murmur of the bamboos rubbing against one another steals Rādhārāṇī's consciousness, for She thinks it to be the sound of My flute. And She embraces a tamāla tree, mistaking it for Me.