Sambanath Denis Biography

Forgotten love, forgotten love, a love forgotten
And no longer begotten sweetly in the breast
And never more shall I oft' indulge its arrest.
Tis best in the shade of history disposed!
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Though you and I have never met,
Liker Winter and Summer
Shall never meet.
I hold you clear in my memory,
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As dependent new born child
On the stream of pearls
Strung on as all on a thread
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Dear friend, when we met near the olive fields
So beautiful like sable pearls hanging from their
branch, I had been returning to the great
House. These olives are a treasure to taste,
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Inspired art thou moments of
Asking of Krsna
like a rivulet on dry
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