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CHAPTER XII.
HIRA.
N this occasion, Haridasi Boisnavi entering, sang—
"I went into the thorny forest to pluck a
soiled flower—
Yes, my friend, a soiled flower;
I wore it twined about my head, I hung it
in my ears—
Friends, a soiled flower."
This day Surja Mukhi was present. She sent to call Kamal to hear the singing. Kamal came, bringing Kunda Nandini with her. The Boisnavi sang—
"I would die for this blooming thorn,
I will steal its honied sweets,
I go to seek where it doth bloom,
This fresh young bud."
