Come, Beloved, Oh, Come, Arise.
Aching skill, a cruel art, your love has slain me, Cruel One.
Aching skill, a cruel art, your love has slain me, Cruel One.
Come, Beloved, Come, the Koel sings her call.
My heart softly sways, my heart softly sways.
Aching skill, a cruel art, your love has slain me, Cruel One.
When the fair one's braid shone, a star, a shining star.
A star spoke to the fair one, I lose my heart to you.
Each moment lost, lost in wake, awake, asleep.
Each moment lost, lost in wake, awake, asleep.
When the moon descends in my courtyard, I weep with him.
Dawn then hushed me, Beloved, Beloved, consumed all, Beloved.
Come, Beloved, Come, the Koel sings her call.
My heart softly sways, my heart softly sways.
Aching skill, a cruel art, your love has slain me, Cruel One.
Come, Beloved, Oh, Come, Arise.
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