Guest guest Posted November 18, 2003 Report Share Posted November 18, 2003 "Ever since I have been separated from you, Sita, everything to me has become its very reverse. The fresh and tender leaves on the trees look like tongues of fire; nights appear as dreadful as the night of final dissolution and the moon scorches like the sun. Beds of lotuses are like so many spears planted on the ground, while rain clouds pour boiling oil, as it were. Those that were friendly before have now become tormenting; the cool; soft and fragrant breezes are now like the breath of a serpent. One's agony is assuaged to some extent even by speaking of it; but to whom shall I speak about it? For there is no one who will understand. The reality about the chord of love that binds you and me, dear, is known to my soul alone; and my soul ever abides with you. Know this to be the essence of my love." Sundarkand Tulsidas Ramayana Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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