Kamadeva
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When in the heart of the valleys and hid by the roses The sweet Love lies, Has he wings to rise to his heavens or in the c1oses Lives and dies?
On the peaks of the radiant mountains if we should meet him Proud and free, Will he not frown on the valleys? Would it befit him Chained to be?
Will you then speak of the one as a slave and a wanton, The other too bare? But God is the only slave and the only monarch We declare.
It is God who is Love and a boy and a slave for our passion He was made to serve; It is God who is free and proud and the limitless tyrant Our souls deserve. Page-82 |