:59:00
Leave it to the servant, dear.
:59:05
Come along, serve the drinks.
:59:19
How could l..
:59:22
.apprise her of my love.
:59:28
The words froze on my lips.
:59:32
Tears welled in my love.
:59:36
In the gallantry
of frigid hearts.
:59:40
Where pleasure is sought.
:59:44
Clammy fingers cling
to the cup of whine.
:59:47
I quaffed the wine,
a drop was spilled.
1:00:00
An extreme despair
came to my rescue.
1:00:07
Receiving my poet, out of pity,
she deigned to love me.
1:00:18
Who are the fortunate ones..
1:00:22
..who gain the love they seek.
1:00:31
Great Mr. Ghosh! Even your
servants recite poems.
1:00:38
I'll arrange for the dinner.
- Can only rich be the poets?
1:00:44
Go ahead, young man.