Poet - Bhartrhari

She who is always in my thoughts prefers
Another man, and does not think of me.
Yet he seeks for another's love, not hers;
And some poor girl is grieving for my sake.
Why then, the devil take
Both her and him; and love; and her; and me.

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In former days we'd both agree
That you were me, and I was you.
What has now happened to us two,
That you are you, and I am me?

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