THE KURAL
1116. The stars of the heavens wander from their spheres for that they cannot tell which is the moon and which her face.
1117. But is there a spot in the face of this fair one even as in the moon which hath rounded up only to-day its deformities of yesterday?
1118. Bless thee, O Moon! If thou canst shine like the face of this lovely one, I shall love thee in very truth.
1119. If thou want, O Moon, to emulate the face of her whose eyes are like flowers, show not thyself unto all but shine alone for me.
1120. Even the anitcha flower and swan's down are as nettle to the feet of this fair one.
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