{"collection":"Hinduism","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/hin/sok/sok65.htm","path":"hin/sok/sok65.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/hin/sok/sok65.htm","text":"I. 117. s\u00e2\u00een se lagan kathin hai, bh\u00e2\u00ee\nNOW hard it is to meet my Lord!\nThe rain-bird wails in thirst for the rain: almost she dies of her longing, yet she would have none other water than the rain.\nDrawn by the love of music, the deer moves forward: she dies as she listens to the music, yet she shrinks not in fear. {p. 108}\nThe widowed wife sits by the body of her dead husband: she is not afraid of the fire.\nPut away all fear for this poor body.","title":"LXIV","type":"page"}