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Everything is subject to change in this mutable world of ours. The bees
dancing and playing over the rose and the jasmine pass with the same
affection in their eyes to the kadamba.
The ocean leaping and forgetting itself in a moment with the embrace
of the moon’s rays without hesitation embraces this river with the same love
and forgets its pain very easily.
Making me Thy lover till now, for Thy pleasure, Thou art also on an
exploration for someone else. But I neither grieve nor lament nor have I
any complaint. For on what authority should I wish Thou love me forever and
make me and none else save me Thy perpetual lover?
Yes, I shall proceed with the discharging of my duty. It is jut
similar to that of the saras bird that maintains love during life and even
after that remains faithful to one to whom it dedicates its heart. And so
unparalleled is the delight derived from duty discharged that if the story
of Thy transformation ever comes to be true, I shall not lament that.
On hearing those love-purified sacred words tears rolled down His
cheeks and He said: ‘Shall I ever forget thee? Thou art my life, soul,
everything. Shall I forsake thee and love another? My love, even though I
am the Ocean of Love, am I ever competent enough to break its natural
phenomenon? The leaping tide at the sight of moon is deprived of love that
flows from the river’s embrace. And the bee of the rose is devoid of
delight which the kadamba bee has. This thou should never forget.’ |
