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73 indian legend The meeting of the poet Bangshi Das and Kenaram the bandit The bandit said Here I sheathe my sword: sing until I pull it out again So Bangshi Das along with his mild men began the bride Behula’s song whose Lord was bitten by a snake and died The den of death itself broke for her love and when she fell (he sang) Kenaram wept at the word He wept until his wound was almost cured: Sweet words and music modulate our lives by speaking to the blind abandoned child curled up within us like a juniper bough Behula’s song calmed the curving knives and Bangshi Das passed safely while the wild bandit knelt heart peaceful at least for now ...

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