The river was in spate.
A corpse was floating by. Rambola rafted across, reached Ratna's home.
Climbed up a vine, swung himself into Ratna's quarters.
"Propelled by my passion for you, I can cross oceans," he announced to her.
"With all this passion, if you had only turned around, by now you would have reached your core", she observed.
He became silent, turned inward, reached his core.
- Traditional narrative of Tulsidas
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