I am mad with love And no one understands my plight. Only the wounded Understand the agonies of the wounded, When the fire rages in the heart. Only the jeweller knows the value of the jewel, Not the one who lets it go. In pain I wander from door to door, But could not find a doctor. Says Mira: Harken, my Master, Mira's pain will subside When Shyam comes as the doctor.
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