drooping with lust wanton
Soft
heaving with desire brazen
Sweat
running like the river in abandon
Sighs
heavy like thunder distant
Hands
gripped firmly on shoulders
the cloud made love to the mountain.
Tamil
This I am
This I'm not
'Twixt such words
I'm truly forgot
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The Tamizh version has blinded me with its glory and I cannot enjoy this as much as it may deserve...
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