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O my Love! Come to my house My body is in intense pain While all say I am your spouse I have the very doubts So long your heart isn't immersed in mine What kind of love is that? I don't relish food neither do I sleep I feel discontent in my own home Passionate is my Love Like the thirsty longs for water Will someone do me a favour And narrate my predicament to my beloved Kabir is now in total distress Without seeing the beloved, he is going to die. Kabir |
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