"Would my lyre were of jade, its strings of pure-spun gold, that I might sing with merit...
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Major Rama Safti:
[translating Hindu song]
"Would my lyre were of jade, its strings of pure-spun gold, that I might sing with merit of your beauty... in your heart my love has found a home, and it can never die..."
[translating Hindu song]
"Would my lyre were of jade, its strings of pure-spun gold, that I might sing with merit of your beauty... in your heart my love has found a home, and it can never die..."
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that my lyre
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were of purest jade
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with strings
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of fine spun gold
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that I
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might sing
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with merit
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of your beauty
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your hands
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hold my life
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Movie Summary
In India, a married British aristocrat is reunited with an old flame, but she truly has her sights set on a handsome surgeon.
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Major Rama Safti
