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somewhere on the banks of the heavenly river which shine with the white glow of the bright-diffused moonlight, and fearful of the miseries of birth and death, crying alotid " Shiva, Shiva, Shiva," ah ! when shall we attain that ecstacy which is characterised by copious tears of joy held in internal control ! !
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Jieart filled with tender compassion, remem- bering the course of Destiny which ends so ruefully in this world and, as the* only refuge .for us, meditating on the feet of Hara ( i. e. .Shiva ), oh ! we shall spend, in the holy forest, 'nights all aglow with the beams of the autumnal moon,
��87. When shall I pass the days like so many moments, residing on the banks of the celestial river in Benares, clad in Koufin&m
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