Come Ravish me, Plunder me

Feel the thrilling air, Krishna,
And come under the shade
Of my bosom; the night is fiery;
Under my cool moon, come.

The owl mocks your tender love.
Come ravish me, plunder me
And loot the lip-treasure
And shut the mocking hoot.

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