I had only to take her hand in mine! That was enough to snap the bonds of the world! I was no longer prince nor she a maid. We were just two lovers. Two birds, two stars — As soon as I put my lips to Mukulika’s my fear of death vanished. That night, how often must we have kissed each other! Can one count the number of stars in the sky? I had read poems of the beauty of women and I had been vaguely attracted by it for some years. The mad excitement of union with a beautiful young maiden and the spray of heavenly bliss which emanated from every part of her being, I experienced for the first time
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