Eyes, arrows they became,
My eyes, arrows they became.
His image, sweet, upon my soul did climb,
Then struck me from behind, oh friend,
Eyes, arrows they became, oh friend,
Eyes, arrows they became, oh friend.
How can I keep my life without my love?
Life's very root, a withered seed.
How can I keep my life without my love?
Life's very root, a withered seed.
Meera, to Giridhar, belongs alone,
The world proclaims, I'm lost, oh friend,
Eyes, arrows they became, oh friend,
Eyes, arrows they became, oh friend.
Meera, to Giridhar, belongs alone,
The world proclaims, I'm lost, oh friend,
Eyes, arrows they became, oh friend,
Eyes, arrows they became, oh friend.
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