O' the girls who have the slender creeper like waists
With the round cherishing breasts resembling the large mounts!
Will the fire like round moon which burns me
Burn all the young girls in this village similarly,
Or burn all the women in this large world itself too?
I do not know whom all, this hot moon shall burn…!
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