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\nTo the Cuckoo*<\/font><\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

0<\/b> Cuckoo that peckest at the
\nblossomed flower of honey-dripping Champaka and, inebriate, pipest forth the
\nmelodious notes, be seated in thy ease and with thy babblings, which are yet no
\nbabblings, call out for the coming of my Lord of the Venkata hill. For He, the
\npure one, bearing in his left hand the white summoning conch shows me not his
\nform. But He has invaded my heart; and while I pine and sigh for his love, He
\nlooks on indifferent as if it were all a play.<\/span><\/p>\n

      <\/span>
\nI feel as if my bones had melted away and my long javelin eyes have not closed
\ntheir lids for these many days. I am tossed on the waves of the sea of pain
\nwithout finding the boat that is named the Lord of the highest realm. Even thou
\nmust know, 0 Cuckoo, the pain we feel when we are parted from those whom we
\nlove. He whose pennon bears the emblem of the golden eagle, call out for his
\ncoming, 0 bird.<\/span><\/p>\n

      <\/span>
\nI am a slave of Him whose stride has measured the worlds. And now because He is
\nharsh to me, how strange that this south-wind and these moonbeams should tear my
\nflesh, enfeebling me. But thou, 0 Cuckoo, that ever livest in this garden of
\nmine, it is not meet that thou shouldst pain me also. Indeed I shall drive thee
\nout if He who reposes on the waters of life come not to me by thy songs today.<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

* Andal<\/span><\/p>\n

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