TEXT 38

TEXT 38

veṇu-nāda amṛta-ghole, amṛta-samāna miṭhā bole,
amṛta-samāna bhūṣaṇa-śiñjita
tina amṛte hare kāṇa, hare mana, hare prāṇa,
kemane nārī dharibeka cita?"

Перевод

" 'The nectarean buttermilk of Your flute's vibration, the nectar of Your sweet words and the nectarean sound of Your ornaments mix together to attract our ears, minds and lives. In this way You are killing us.' "