Do thou, O lotus-eyedone, rescue me, O foremost of all beings!
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O lotus-eyedone what did that darling of mine, possessed of restless eyes, say unto me?
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Then the energy, which was immeasurable of Rama blazed forth, burning the troops of the foe, O lotus-eyedone.
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Indeed, O lotus-eyedone, I take birth as thy eldest son, made up of Sattwa the foremost of three attributes.
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The bright umbrella, white in hue of the king of the Pancalas, shines, O lotus-eyedone, like the moon in the autumnal firmament.
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Beholding her lord, O Krishna, that girl addresses thee and says, O lotus-eyedone, this hero whose eyes resembled thine, hath been slain.
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The helpless lady, with heart agitated by grief, beholding Govinda coming, indulged in these lamentations, O lotus-eyedone, behold us two deprived of our child.