THE KURAL
1216. Oh that there were no waking state ! For then my dream would never be cut short and my beloved would never depart from me.
1217. The cruel one who pitieth me not while I am awake, why doth he haunt me in my dreams ?[1]
1218. He embraceth me while I am asleep[2] and rusheth into my heart as soon as I open my eyes.
1219. They reproach my beloved for that he doth not meet me to their knowledge: but then they see him not in dreams.
1220. These village folk say that he hath parted from me : is it that they see him not in dreams?
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