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Collection: Part 10 · VIDEHA MITHILA MAITHILI DISCUSSION CRITICISM SERIES PART 10
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0:00–0:07After the benediction, the stage manager enters.
0:07–0:11Who are you to me? Who am I to you?
0:11–0:14You rogue, let go of my hem.
0:14–0:17Why are you staring at my face?
0:17–0:21Handsome sir, I am not pining for you.
0:21–0:23Laughing loudly.
0:23–0:27I recognize those lips marked by your beloved's teeth.
0:27–0:30Away, you fickle man.
0:30–0:35The woman who is sulking belongs to you or not I.
0:35–0:38Go and appease the woman who dwells in your heart.
0:38–0:43May other men's wives, tormented by desire and angered by lovers' quarrels, speak to
0:43–0:46you gentlemen in just this fashion.
0:46–0:49That is what I say to you, honoured spectators.
0:49–0:54Ah, I am eager to begin, but what is that sound?
0:54–0:56Splendid.
0:56–0:58Let me see.
0:58–1:02from behind the scenes. At the beginning of spring, the withered
1:02–1:10loader tree stands like a wretched gallant made anxious by a friend's errand.
1:10–1:16Then the gallant enters. Ah! What splendour spring displays!
1:16–1:22The beauty fashion from cacus, mango blossom, ashokha, swarms of bees, excellent wine,
1:22–1:28moonlight and all the special graces of spring could disturb even the mind of the God of
1:28–1:37love. Ah! Lovers are now forgiving one another's faults. Ah! Go-betweens come and go with unchallenged
1:37–1:45authority. Ah! Spring has reached the height of its magnificence. Girdle's strung with coral,
1:45–1:52pearls and gems, fine silk, gauzy garments, necklaces and green sandalwood paste now yield
1:52–1:59riddable delight. In this blossoming spring, which awakens desire in everyone and pleases
1:59–2:06the whole world, Kuber Datta, son of the merchant Sagradatta, has had a disagreement with Narayana
2:06–2:13Datta. Kuber Datta therefore sent his servant Sakarka to me with this message at the temple
2:13–2:19of Lord Narayana Vishnu, Madnaseena was performing the musical drama The Worship of Love
2:19–2:27in accordance with its proper sentiment. I neglected Narayana Datta and praised Madnaseena.
2:27–2:33Suspecting that I was in love with her, Narayana Datta became angry, ignored me though I fell
2:33–2:40at her feet and went home. Because of her, one night passes like a thousand to my love-stricken
2:40–2:46heart. I therefore beg you, who stand firm in the courts in Squatter, this city's
2:46–2:53perpetual spring to reconcile me with her. The moment I heard him, partly from acquaintance
2:53–2:59and partly because I know the torments of love to be unbearable, I set out this very evening.
3:00–3:07But my wife, trusting neither my declining age nor anything except her own sense of my remaining
3:07–3:14youth, suspected another motive and tried to stop me. Yet I have vowed to remove Narayana
3:14–3:23the taz anger, so I must go. But why should I need a wow for such a task? And further beauty,
3:23–3:29playful youth, generosity, an obliging nature, patience, and conciliatory speech when a man
3:29–3:34possesses all these virtues, what other help does he need to win a woman?
3:36–3:36Walking.
3:36–3:45Ah! The incomparable splendor of Kusumpura's royal highway. Its lanes, sprinkled with
3:45–3:51scented water, swept clean and bordered on every side by heaps of flowers, looked like
3:51–3:57bridal chambers prepared before neighboring houses. The fronts of the shops shine with
3:57–4:03crowds of customers buying and selling all kinds of goods. Palaces resounding with
4:03–4:10Vedic recitation, music, and the twang of bow strings seen like Ravana's many mouths
4:10–4:17to be conversing with one another. Here and there, at the open windows of cloud-like mansions,
4:17–4:23young women glitter like lightning curious to look down upon the street celestial nymphs
4:23–4:30upon kalas. How magnificent, two are the chief officers riding this way and that on
4:30–4:36great elephants, horses, and chariots. Young maid servants, coquettish enough to steal the
4:36–4:43eyes of youths, and adorned with ornaments suited to every limb, come and go, mocking the beauty
4:43–4:49of heaven's maidens. Quote since whose lotus faces are drunk in by the be like eyes of
4:49–4:57all men seem to favour the street merely by strolling upon it. In brief fearless, joyful,
4:57–5:02Forever absorbed in festival, adorned with costly gems and ornaments, resplendent with
5:02–5:09garlands, perfumes and garments, immersed in sport and pleasure, and filled with citizens
5:09–5:18renowned for manifold accomplishments, the ground of Patliputra has become heaven itself.
5:18–5:20Walking
5:20–5:25Why? Here comes Anandadatta, Charanadasa's daughter.
5:25–5:31Using each soft foot with the measured langer of exhaustion after love play, she approaches
5:31–5:37as though she were naked are for every eye. Surely her lover has plundered her pleasure
5:37–5:44without mercy. For her lips bear the marks of teeth, her restless eyes are heavy with
5:44–5:50sleep and her broad hips are encircled by the loosened strands of a girdle disordered
5:50–5:58in love play. Ah! The very sight of her will accomplish my errand. What? She has passed
5:58–6:07without even looking at me. I shall speak to her. Ah! She has turned back of her own accord.
6:07–6:13My dear, why do you not greet me? What do you say?
6:13–6:18I recognized you only after a moment. I offer my respects.
6:18–6:25Even here my blessing may you obtain a lover who is young, independent, generous, handsome,
6:25–6:30wealthy, honorable, accomplished, and devoted to the arts of love.
6:30–6:36My dear, let us leave all that aside the God of love Himself is His attendant, and only
6:36–6:42that man's life is fulfilled who has spent one night with the fortune of the court-sins
6:42–6:44embodied in you.
6:44–6:47What do you say?
6:47–6:51I am coming from the house of Nagdatta, son of a High Minister.
6:52–6:56My dear, his magnificence is already an old tale.
6:57–7:00Plainly you joined him against your mother's wishes.
7:01–7:04Why does she hide her face and smile in embarrassment?
7:05–7:07Excellent, my guess was right.
7:08–7:10Beautiful one, do not be ashamed.
7:11–7:16For defying your mother's greed, you fixed your heart on the pleasure of love.
7:17–7:21You abandoned the highly profitable law of the courts in Squatter.
7:21–7:26A law difficult for any courts in to forsake went to your lover's house
7:26–7:29and reveled there with him in genuine delight.
7:29–7:34By these virtues you have placed every courts in beneath your feet.
7:34–7:38Your modesty is indeed fitting.
7:38–7:40What need is there to swear it?
7:40–7:45I shall go to your house and pacify your mother.
7:45–7:49You have acted contrary to the ordinary nature of a courtson.
7:49–7:51You may go now.
7:51–7:54What do you say?
7:54–7:57I offer my respects.
7:57–8:00Fortunate girl, hear my blessing your qualities,
8:00–8:04because they dwell in you, have themselves become virtues,
8:04–8:06what praise can add to them.
8:06–8:11May your youth, which enchants the world, remain unchanging.
8:11–8:13She has gone.
8:13–8:15I too shall proceed.
8:15–8:17Walking
8:17–8:22Why? Here is Madhavasena, Vishnudatta's daughter.
8:22–8:25Ignoring the attendants who follow behind her,
8:25–8:29she hurries this way like a doe pursued by a tiger.
8:29–8:37Clearly she is miserable because her mother's greed has forced her to meet a man she does not desire.
8:37–8:44For her face is not faded, nor have the flowers fallen from her coiffure, the tender beauty
8:44–8:48of her lips has not been marred by bites.
8:48–8:55The sandal powder upon her breasts remains undisturbed by any close embrace.
8:55–9:01The girdle at her hips has neither loosened nor fallen oary through passionate love play.
9:01–9:08Ah! Terrified by union with an unwanted man, she has passed without even seeing me.
9:08–9:12I shall approach and learn the cause of her distress.
9:12–9:18Splendid, she has turned back herself. What do you say?
9:18–9:21I did not see you.
9:21–9:28My dear, the fault is not yours. The mind of one shaken by misery is itself confused.
9:28–9:30What do you say?
9:30–9:32I offer my respects.
9:33–9:39Then accept this blessing may the man you love be rich and the man you dislike be poor.
9:40–9:45May your mother's greed never again compel you to unite with an unwelcome man.
9:46–9:48My dear, where are you coming from?
9:49–9:51What do you say?
9:52–9:56From the house of Samudradatta, son of the caravan master Dhandatta.
9:56–10:05Ah, well done. These days he is Kuber himself. Why does she sigh deeply, make the tender
10:05–10:11bud of her lip tremble, and turn away a face whose eyes glare beneath crooked brows?
10:11–10:17Alas, my suspicion was correct young girl. It is plain that you went sorrowfully to
10:17–10:24his bed last night, performed an imitation of love, and waited only for daybreak. Every
10:24–10:30Every movement of yours was without feeling. With difficulty you offered your lips for
10:30–10:38a kiss, there were no sweet words, no laughter or play, you yawned and breathed hot sighs,
10:38–10:44even the embrace of your arms was slack and passion was nowhere to be found. My dear,
10:44–10:53do not despair. The texts declare that even a rich man without duty may be accepted.
10:53–10:59Whether a man is unwanted or beloved, a courtsen must awaken in him the fullest passion and
10:59–11:06acquire his wealth. Such is the role of the science. What do you say?
11:06–11:14You think exactly as my mother does. No, that is not what I mean. There is a reason
11:14–11:21behind the rule. Go now. I shall come to your house and explain the true meaning of the
11:21–11:29science. Ah, she has departed without greeting me. Either her education is defective or perhaps
11:29–11:37the poor girl's agitation is to blame. I too shall attend to my errand.
11:37–11:39Walking
11:39–11:45Why? Here approaches the wandering nun Wilson Condony, placing each foot slowly and with
11:45–11:52studied Grace. Her beauty is nectar to the eyes. These, maddened by the scent of her
11:52–11:59perfumed robe, have abandoned the mango tops and hover around her. I shall speak to her
11:59–12:06and satisfy the curiosity of my eyes and ears. Reverent lady, I salute you upon the
12:06–12:11mountain of court since. What do you say?
12:11–12:16I have no business with one firmly established in the courtsons quarter.
12:16–12:21I delight in one firmly established in the Vaisesika philosophy.
12:21–12:24There is good reason for that.
12:24–12:30For your great and lovely eyes never remain fixed upon one object, your face,
12:30–12:36made more beautiful by langur, has swollen lips worn by love's exertion,
12:36–12:40and your varied gait proclaims a festival of passion.
12:40–12:46Fortunate woman, plainly your lover has taught you the doctor in that.
12:46–12:50Sexual delight alone is a net and al substance.
12:50–12:52What do you say?
12:52–12:58Slave of desire, you have spoken only according to your own taste.
12:58–13:03Blessed is the man granted servitude at your lotus feet.
13:03–13:08Slender beauty, how could such grace ever be attainable by a sinner like me?
13:08–13:10What do you say?
13:10–13:17My teacher has forbidden me to converse with anyone who does not understand the six categories.
13:17–13:20Reverent lady, quite right.
13:20–13:30For there is quality, your youth is universal, that is, open to all, young men praise your motion, that is, your gait.
13:30–13:38Noble lady, everyone desires an eternal inheritance, that is union with you because you possess
13:38–13:43a particularity and everlasting distinction from all others.
13:43–13:49You enter conjunction with a young man of your choice and obtain liberation, that is,
13:49–13:52separation from one you do not desire.
13:52–13:56Ah, she answers my speech only with laughter.
13:56–13:59My conjecture was right.
13:59–14:01What do you say?
14:01–14:08The Sankhya teaches that Purusha is untouched, without qualities, and the noor of the field.
14:08–14:16Excellent! You have silenced me completely. My chatter seems to have made you impatient.
14:16–14:22It is improper to obstruct a woman's love play with a young man. Go now about your
14:22–14:29business. She has gone. Then I too shall move on.
14:29–14:40Why? Here is Ramasena, mother of Charanadasi. Though old, she approaches imitating a young
14:40–14:48woman with amorous glances, gait and laughter. What a marvel she is having enjoyed every
14:48–14:54desired pleasure, squeezed the essence from lovers by means of her talents and become
14:54–15:00the cause of rivalry and conflict among young men, Prindatta, Ramasena herself, now surely
15:00–15:07goes to milk her daughter's lover dry. Alas, let me savor the cockatry of this old age
15:07–15:15that summons death to lustful men. I bow to this mighty thunderbolt hurled at the amorous.
15:15–15:20Young Ramasinna, having given your youth and good fortune to your daughter, whose lover's
15:20–15:28house are you now going to ruin? Ah, in her science and oath is answer enough. What
15:28–15:30What do you say?
15:30–15:34Your own character condemns you.
15:34–15:35Enough talk.
15:35–15:39Tell me what business takes you out.
15:39–15:41What do you say?
15:41–15:46My daughter Sharon Adasi went yesterday to a rich man's house.
15:46–15:51I am going to remove her from there under the pretext of a musical gathering.
15:51–15:55Ah, then Sharon Adasi has been careless.
15:55–15:56How so?
15:56–16:03Though she is the daughter of a woman like you, skilled in seizing every con of a lover,
16:03–16:08drinking out his essence and casting him away like an empty whistle, the poor girl remains
16:08–16:12pitiable for want of instruction in the science.
16:12–16:19For having once accepted him as a suitable patron and drawn ample wealth from him, she now
16:19–16:25knows that he is penniless, yet remains ensnared by affection and cannot bring herself to
16:25–16:33leave him. Instruction in the true doctrine is wasted upon such a woman. What do you say?
16:34–16:37I shall bring her home on the pretext of a musical gathering.
16:39–16:42On your return, come there and teach her the science.
16:43–16:48Very well. But I must first perform my friend's urgent errand.
16:48–16:57When that is done, I shall attend to yours. Go now. I too shall continue on my way.
16:57–17:05Ah! A courtesan's heart is not to be trusted. For displaying affection through soft, clinging
17:05–17:12play, courtesans strip a lover of all his wealth. Then, cruel and greedy, they turn to another
17:12–17:19for pleasure, lose all attachment to the first, and abandon him as the soul abandons the body.
17:19–17:26Ah! A courtesan's mother is a calamity for lovers for which there is no remedy. May
17:26–17:33the Lord protect amorous men from such women. Ruin upon the mothers of courtesans, skilled
17:33–17:38in plundering a lover's entire fortune and expert in wielding the courtesan as an
17:38–17:40a nearing weapon.
17:40–17:42Walking
17:42–17:46Why?
17:46–17:51Here comes Sukumarika, that eunuch and disgrace of the royal road.
17:51–17:54No good can come of meeting him.
17:54–18:00I shall cover myself with my robe and slip past without speaking.
18:00–18:02He does so.
18:02–18:04What?
18:04–18:06He is running after me.
18:06–18:08What will become of me now?
18:08–18:18Fate is very powerful. I must use sweet words to free myself from the tiger's jaws. What do you say?
18:18–18:20I offer my respects.
18:20–18:26My dear, may you never be widowed and may you bear many sons.
18:26–18:33And further with arched brows, dancing eyes, quivering lips, swinging arms, a graceful
18:33–18:39gait and coquettish laughter, you have surpassed the mannerisms of women.
18:39–18:45Your girdle hangs loose and low across your broad, generous hips.
18:45–18:50Tell me, unsatisfied by love play, from whose house are you coming?
18:50–18:52What do you say?
18:52–18:56the house of Ramasena, the king's brother-in-law.
18:56–18:58His life is blessed.
18:58–19:04Fortunate one, are you now separated from him like a pair of Chakravaka birds?
19:04–19:06What do you say?
19:06–19:10As he was leaving for court, Ratilattika, an attendant of the courtisans, watered his
19:10–19:15heart with clever, sweet laughter, amorous gestures, and tender glances.
19:15–19:20His body thrilled with desire, he lowered his head and accepted her invitation.
19:20–19:25to bear it, I rebuked him, and he fell at my feet. Yet, overcome by jealousy, I would
19:25–19:30not forgive him. Then he carried me by force to his house, seated me on the bed, and sat
19:30–19:35beside me. Later, intoxicated with passion, he left me asleep at night, went to her house
19:35–19:40in the torment of desire, and has not returned for several days. I rejected his attempts
19:40–19:44to appease me, and now burn with regret. I have come to you so that you may reconcile
19:44–19:47me with that man dearer than life.
19:47–19:51My dear, Ram Sena has made a mistake.
19:51–19:57For when you clasp him tightly in love play, no breasts stand between you fortunate one,
19:57–20:03each month you suffer no season that cools passion, that is, no menstruation, nor can
20:03–20:09pregnancy, enemy of beauty, splendor and youth, overtake you.
20:09–20:16If he abandons a woman of your qualities, he must abandon the festival of love itself.
20:16–20:24Now. Proud beauty, go to his house and await me there. I must first complete my friend's
20:24–20:31urgent business. After that, I shall make that man, swollen with pride in the good fortune
20:31–20:37of his sister the queen, yet too dull to understand the feelings of a delicate young
20:37–20:45woman like you, bow at your feet in your own house. Go now. He has gone. I too shall
20:45–20:53Ah! Only with great difficulty have I escaped alive from this authentic specimen of a woman
20:53–20:56that is to say a eunuch.
20:56–20:59Now to my own business.
20:59–21:00Walking
21:00–21:06Who is this greeting me?
21:06–21:08Blessings upon you.
21:08–21:11You appear after many days.
21:11–21:15Are you not Dhana Mitra, son of Partha the caravan master?
21:15–21:22You were the full moon in the sky of Kusumpura, dispelling the darkness of poverty for servants,
21:22–21:28supplicants, relations, and friends, and opening the lotus hearts of young women.
21:28–21:32How have you fallen under this eclipse of disaster?
21:32–21:38Did you by merchandise with your family's entire fortune and in greed for great profit,
21:38–21:41lose it all to thieves on the road abroad?
21:41–21:47did the king confiscate everything because you spoke against him? Or has gambling, which
21:47–21:54can strip even Kuber in the blink of an eye, destroyed you? In brief with overgrown nails
21:54–22:01and hair, a body caked in dirt, a face yellow and withered from anxiety and rough, old,
22:01–22:09filthy, tone clothing, you look like a divine sage afflicted by a curse. What do you say?
22:09–22:15I fell deeply in love with Radhasena, daughter of Ramasena, and she with me.
22:15–22:17You know all this.
22:17–22:21Believing that she would not abandon me despite her mother's greed, I ignored my friend's
22:21–22:26warnings and carried all my wealth to her house at once.
22:26–22:30After some days, when they had taken everything, she dressed me in a bathing cloth on the pretext
22:30–22:35of a bath and led me to the tank in the Ashoka Grove.
22:35–22:39Once the gate was shut, the keeper understood the truth and let me out through a hidden
22:39–22:45door. Unable to imagine how I could remain in this city with honor and endure prolonged poverty,
22:45–22:52I was taking the forest road when I unexpectedly met you. I have confided the whole secret to you.
22:53–23:00Now I shall consider my welfare as you advise. Ah, how fiercely greed grits the court since
23:00–23:07quarter. How crooked is the nature of court since. Come, first let me clasp you to my chest.
23:07–23:15I rejoice to see you alive. For the venom of a serpent may slowly be subdued by a powerful
23:15–23:21antidote. One may escape from beneath the head of a rutting elephant in the forest, even
23:21–23:28from a sea monster's jaws in the ocean one might somehow be freed. But no man is ever
23:28–23:35seen to rise again after falling into the submarine fire that is a courtson. Good man
23:35–23:39Is Ratisena herself the cause of your misery or her mother?
23:39–23:41What do you say?
23:41–23:44Why should I lie?
23:44–23:49Ratisena truly loves me. This happened through the wickedness of her mother.
23:49–23:56If, without letting the mother know, you can drive a meeting between us, my life will return.
23:56–24:01I know of her love for you. I have heard of it from others too.
24:01–24:04Ah, he is weeping.
24:04–24:06Stop recounting your sorrow.
24:06–24:11I must first complete a small, urgent errand for my friend.
24:11–24:16When I return, I shall also undertake yours.
24:16–24:17Go now.
24:17–24:20Ah, the cunning of a courtson.
24:20–24:26For just as a crooked king lays the blame for his own wrongdoing upon his minister,
24:26–24:32so deceitful and artful courtsons lay the blame for their wickedness upon their mothers.
24:32–24:36This hypocrite, a master among rogues, has gone.
24:36–24:40I too shall attend to my business.
24:40–24:42Walking
24:42–24:51Who calls my name in a voice as smooth and sweet as the forest cuckoo of spring?
24:51–24:53Looking
24:53–24:56Why? It is Priyambu Sena.
24:56–25:00I am coming. What do you say?
25:00–25:03I offer my respects.
25:03–25:10My dear, receive my blessing on the bed, pushing your lover away with the soft blows of your left hand,
25:10–25:18and then being crushed beneath the powerful surge of passion, may you live happily with your magnificent hips.
25:18–25:25My dear, by whose gracious hands have you had your limbs massaged with fragrant oils of many sense,
25:25–25:29oils that restore your hips exhausted by left lay.
25:29–25:36Fair-faced one, whoever has not seen your delightful natural beauty when all ornaments are removed
25:36–25:42like the king's special elephant with bell, chain, and harness taken off, must count himself
25:42–25:49cheated. For a dawned with pearl ornaments, covered with scratches of nails, anointed
25:49–25:55with fragrant oil and cosmetics, red-eyed, smiling, with breasts swollen by the heat
25:55–26:01of youth, wearing a fine lower garment, the girdle removed, and broad of hip, a beauty
26:01–26:05like you could unsteady the mind of love himself.
26:05–26:07What do you say?
26:07–26:09Your words please me.
26:09–26:12Ah, do you call that flattery?
26:12–26:14Do not be shy.
26:14–26:17Tell me why you called me.
26:17–26:20What do you say?
26:20–26:22Listen.
26:22–26:24My dear, I am a tenter.
26:24–26:27What do you say?
26:27–26:29Together with Devadatta.
26:29–26:34I have received an advance invitation to perform the musical drama The Victory of Puranjara,
26:34–26:37according to its proper sentiment in the palace of the unconquered lord.
26:37–26:40The King who is the Indra of Kusumapura.
26:40–26:43I owe this advancement to you.
26:43–26:45No, not so.
26:45–26:51A moonlit night radiant beneath the full moon needs no lamp, the powerful need no
26:51–26:53others aid.
26:53–26:56You yourself are the cause of this honour.
26:56–27:03That is why Ram Sena, whose heart cherishes love for you, now flatters me.
27:03–27:09Raising her brows, narrowing her eyes and cheeks, turning away a face whose lips tremble
27:09–27:14with inward delight, Priyangusena glances at her attendance and laughs.
27:14–27:20There, Ram Sena has received the reward of her service.
27:20–27:27Folly in Devdatta to compete with you. Riches of beauty, grace, fresh youth, radiance, and
27:27–27:34every other excellence, mastery of all four modes of acting, the 32 hand gestures, the
27:34–27:4018 kinds of glance, the six vocal registers, three tempos, eight sentiments, and the three
27:40–27:46rhythms of song and instrumental music, all these limbs of dance find refuge in you
27:46–27:53and shine through you. Indeed, in this very costume, I see you capable of surpassing the
27:53–28:00celestial nymphs who steal the minds and eyes of gods, demons and great sages. And further,
28:00–28:07with your artful movements, you will forever make the minds and eyes of men dance.
28:07–28:14Fortunate woman, what need have you to dance? Your graceful play alone is enough. Ah,
28:14–28:22She is embarrassed. Splendid, she has dismissed me with the gift of modesty as her ornament.
28:22–28:25I shall go.
28:25–28:29Walking
28:29–28:36Why? This must be Kan Kalta Narayanadakthasmaid. She approaches happily, sending her firm
28:36–28:42breasts with powder, decking her coffee with many flowers and placing her feet unsteadyly
28:42–28:50through the intoxication of pleasure. I shall speak to her. Why do you greet me as soon
28:50–28:54as you approach? My dear, what do you say?
28:54–29:02I offer my respects. My dear, may you be beloved by your beloved. Why do you favor the road
29:02–29:08with the arrangement of your lotus feet? What do you say?
29:08–29:11I am honored.
29:11–29:12Leave all that.
29:12–29:17How came the pair of Chakravaka birds to be separated?
29:17–29:25What do you say my mistress, filled with jealousy, had abandoned bathing, sleep, food, and adornment?
29:25–29:31She sat upon a stone beneath a young Ashoka tree in the Ashoka Grove.
29:31–29:36The sight of the new moon, the homing of bees, and the southern wind made harsh by
29:36–29:42the fragrance of spring flowers tormented her, while her friends consoled her with gentle
29:42–29:48words. Then a man, passing before the grove as though bitten by love, played a melodic
29:48–29:55progression upon the lute and sang this song in an indistinct, high register, using curved
29:55–30:01and reverse curved meters the beauty, youth, and wealth of the man who does not sport
30:01–30:08with his beloved in spring are all in vain. And further the life of one who does not appease
30:08–30:13the beloved at the sight of the spotless moon or the sound of the cuckoo's dear voice
30:13–30:16is wasted in this world.
30:16–30:21The song loosened my mistress's pride. Without even waiting for the honoured gentleman to
30:21–30:26come, she summoned me and set out on foot for her lover's house. In the same way,
30:26–30:31My master, made restless by spring, went to the door of the lootmaster Vishvavasadatta,
30:31–30:33hoping somehow to appease her.
30:33–30:38The two met there unexpectedly when neither one's stratagem succeeded, and Vishvavasadatta,
30:38–30:41suddenly emerging, took them into his house.
30:41–30:45This morning my mistress said, bring the gallant of the courtesan's quarter.
30:45–30:48Therefore, please come with me.
30:48–30:50Splendid!
30:50–30:54You have spoken words delightful to the ear.
30:54–30:57What further kindness can I do you?
30:57–31:01Receive this blessing may the splendour of your youth remain forever.
31:01–31:03May you always be dear to your beloved.
31:03–31:09May you continually enjoy pleasures proper to you and desired by your heart.
31:09–31:11Lead the way.
31:11–31:14Walking
31:14–31:17What does Kankaltha say?
31:17–31:20Come inside this house.
31:20–31:21Very well.
31:21–31:23I am coming.
31:23–31:33Do not be alarmed. May this loving pair remain forever united. Just as Spring, by its own
31:33–31:41virtues, brought you two together, so may every season reconcile lovers whenever quarrels arise.
31:41–31:48Spring, proud of its powers, has cheated even me, for you were reunited without my aid.
31:48–31:53What am I to do now? Yet spring is not at fault.
31:53–31:554.
31:56–32:00Elaborating on the preceding thought.
32:00–32:07A beautiful garden, a moonlit night, melodious lute music, a gathering, a go-between, ingenious
32:07–32:13conversation, and the changing seasons, none of these is the true cause of lovers' union.
32:13–32:20The true cause is the growth of love born from recognizing one another's genuine qualities.
32:20–32:26Thus your love rare in others, nourished by the abundance of each other's virtues, born
32:26–32:32from your own excellence, the essence of the science of love, and celebrated throughout
32:32–32:38Kusumpura, has cheated me, it has united you without requiring my assistance.
32:38–32:43What do you say our love itself arose through your efforts?
32:43–32:50you are indeed the cause of our union. How can lovers speechfully proclaim the glory of
32:50–32:56one whose deeds now delight all Patliputra one should not impede the meeting of a love-thirsty
32:56–33:03couple with excessive conversation? Grant me leave, I wish to depart. As you rejoice
33:03–33:09today upon seeing the face of your young beloved radiant as a blooming lotus, speaking sweet
33:09–33:15words heavy with love and lovely with shimmering beauty, so may the king rejoice while protecting
33:15–33:22the whole earth, abundant in grain, girdled by the oceans, beautiful with Mount Meru and
33:22–33:27the Vindhyas as her breasts, and rich in every excellence.
33:27–33:29The Gallant Exits
33:29–33:34Thus ends Varruchi's one actor play Ugar Visarika, the mutual assignation.

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After the benediction, the stage manager enters. Who are you to me? Who am I to you? You rogue, let go of my hem. Why are you staring at my face? Handsome sir, I am not pining for you. Laughing loudly. I recognize those lips marked by your beloved's teeth. Away, you fickle man. The woman who is sulking belongs to you or not I. Go and appease the woman who dwells in your heart. May other men's wives, tormented by desire and angered by lovers' quarrels, speak to you gentlemen in just this fashion. That is what I say to you, honoured spectators. Ah, I am eager to begin, but what is that sound? Splendid. Let me see. from behind the scenes. At the beginning of spring, the withered loader tree stands like a wretched gallant made anxious by a friend's errand. Then the gallant enters. Ah! What splendour spring displays! The beauty fashion from cacus, mango blossom, ashokha, swarms of bees, excellent wine, moonlight and all the special graces of spring could disturb even the mind of the God of love. Ah! Lovers are now forgiving one another's faults. Ah! Go-betweens come and go with unchallenged authority. Ah! Spring has reached the height of its magnificence. Girdle's strung with coral, pearls and gems, fine silk, gauzy garments, necklaces and green sandalwood paste now yield riddable delight. In this blossoming spring, which awakens desire in everyone and pleases the whole world, Kuber Datta, son of the merchant Sagradatta, has had a disagreement with Narayana Datta. Kuber Datta therefore sent his servant Sakarka to me with this message at the temple of Lord Narayana Vishnu, Madnaseena was performing the musical drama The Worship of Love in accordance with its proper sentiment. I neglected Narayana Datta and praised Madnaseena. Suspecting that I was in love with her, Narayana Datta became angry, ignored me though I fell at her feet and went home. Because of her, one night passes like a thousand to my love-stricken heart. I therefore beg you, who stand firm in the courts in Squatter, this city's perpetual spring to reconcile me with her. The moment I heard him, partly from acquaintance and partly because I know the torments of love to be unbearable, I set out this very evening. But my wife, trusting neither my declining age nor anything except her own sense of my remaining youth, suspected another motive and tried to stop me. Yet I have vowed to remove Narayana the taz anger, so I must go. But why should I need a wow for such a task? And further beauty, playful youth, generosity, an obliging nature, patience, and conciliatory speech when a man possesses all these virtues, what other help does he need to win a woman? Walking. Ah! The incomparable splendor of Kusumpura's royal highway. Its lanes, sprinkled with scented water, swept clean and bordered on every side by heaps of flowers, looked like bridal chambers prepared before neighboring houses. The fronts of the shops shine with crowds of customers buying and selling all kinds of goods. Palaces resounding with Vedic recitation, music, and the twang of bow strings seen like Ravana's many mouths to be conversing with one another. Here and there, at the open windows of cloud-like mansions, young women glitter like lightning curious to look down upon the street celestial nymphs upon kalas. How magnificent, two are the chief officers riding this way and that on great elephants, horses, and chariots. Young maid servants, coquettish enough to steal the eyes of youths, and adorned with ornaments suited to every limb, come and go, mocking the beauty of heaven's maidens. Quote since whose lotus faces are drunk in by the be like eyes of all men seem to favour the street merely by strolling upon it. In brief fearless, joyful, Forever absorbed in festival, adorned with costly gems and ornaments, resplendent with garlands, perfumes and garments, immersed in sport and pleasure, and filled with citizens renowned for manifold accomplishments, the ground of Patliputra has become heaven itself. Walking Why? Here comes Anandadatta, Charanadasa's daughter. Using each soft foot with the measured langer of exhaustion after love play, she approaches as though she were naked are for every eye. Surely her lover has plundered her pleasure without mercy. For her lips bear the marks of teeth, her restless eyes are heavy with sleep and her broad hips are encircled by the loosened strands of a girdle disordered in love play. Ah! The very sight of her will accomplish my errand. What? She has passed without even looking at me. I shall speak to her. Ah! She has turned back of her own accord. My dear, why do you not greet me? What do you say? I recognized you only after a moment. I offer my respects. Even here my blessing may you obtain a lover who is young, independent, generous, handsome, wealthy, honorable, accomplished, and devoted to the arts of love. My dear, let us leave all that aside the God of love Himself is His attendant, and only that man's life is fulfilled who has spent one night with the fortune of the court-sins embodied in you. What do you say? I am coming from the house of Nagdatta, son of a High Minister. My dear, his magnificence is already an old tale. Plainly you joined him against your mother's wishes. Why does she hide her face and smile in embarrassment? Excellent, my guess was right. Beautiful one, do not be ashamed. For defying your mother's greed, you fixed your heart on the pleasure of love. You abandoned the highly profitable law of the courts in Squatter. A law difficult for any courts in to forsake went to your lover's house and reveled there with him in genuine delight. By these virtues you have placed every courts in beneath your feet. Your modesty is indeed fitting. What need is there to swear it? I shall go to your house and pacify your mother. You have acted contrary to the ordinary nature of a courtson. You may go now. What do you say? I offer my respects. Fortunate girl, hear my blessing your qualities, because they dwell in you, have themselves become virtues, what praise can add to them. May your youth, which enchants the world, remain unchanging. She has gone. I too shall proceed. Walking Why? Here is Madhavasena, Vishnudatta's daughter. Ignoring the attendants who follow behind her, she hurries this way like a doe pursued by a tiger. Clearly she is miserable because her mother's greed has forced her to meet a man she does not desire. For her face is not faded, nor have the flowers fallen from her coiffure, the tender beauty of her lips has not been marred by bites. The sandal powder upon her breasts remains undisturbed by any close embrace. The girdle at her hips has neither loosened nor fallen oary through passionate love play. Ah! Terrified by union with an unwanted man, she has passed without even seeing me. I shall approach and learn the cause of her distress. Splendid, she has turned back herself. What do you say? I did not see you. My dear, the fault is not yours. The mind of one shaken by misery is itself confused. What do you say? I offer my respects. Then accept this blessing may the man you love be rich and the man you dislike be poor. May your mother's greed never again compel you to unite with an unwelcome man. My dear, where are you coming from? What do you say? From the house of Samudradatta, son of the caravan master Dhandatta. Ah, well done. These days he is Kuber himself. Why does she sigh deeply, make the tender bud of her lip tremble, and turn away a face whose eyes glare beneath crooked brows? Alas, my suspicion was correct young girl. It is plain that you went sorrowfully to his bed last night, performed an imitation of love, and waited only for daybreak. Every Every movement of yours was without feeling. With difficulty you offered your lips for a kiss, there were no sweet words, no laughter or play, you yawned and breathed hot sighs, even the embrace of your arms was slack and passion was nowhere to be found. My dear, do not despair. The texts declare that even a rich man without duty may be accepted. Whether a man is unwanted or beloved, a courtsen must awaken in him the fullest passion and acquire his wealth. Such is the role of the science. What do you say? You think exactly as my mother does. No, that is not what I mean. There is a reason behind the rule. Go now. I shall come to your house and explain the true meaning of the science. Ah, she has departed without greeting me. Either her education is defective or perhaps the poor girl's agitation is to blame. I too shall attend to my errand. Walking Why? Here approaches the wandering nun Wilson Condony, placing each foot slowly and with studied Grace. Her beauty is nectar to the eyes. These, maddened by the scent of her perfumed robe, have abandoned the mango tops and hover around her. I shall speak to her and satisfy the curiosity of my eyes and ears. Reverent lady, I salute you upon the mountain of court since. What do you say? I have no business with one firmly established in the courtsons quarter. I delight in one firmly established in the Vaisesika philosophy. There is good reason for that. For your great and lovely eyes never remain fixed upon one object, your face, made more beautiful by langur, has swollen lips worn by love's exertion, and your varied gait proclaims a festival of passion. Fortunate woman, plainly your lover has taught you the doctor in that. Sexual delight alone is a net and al substance. What do you say? Slave of desire, you have spoken only according to your own taste. Blessed is the man granted servitude at your lotus feet. Slender beauty, how could such grace ever be attainable by a sinner like me? What do you say? My teacher has forbidden me to converse with anyone who does not understand the six categories. Reverent lady, quite right. For there is quality, your youth is universal, that is, open to all, young men praise your motion, that is, your gait. Noble lady, everyone desires an eternal inheritance, that is union with you because you possess a particularity and everlasting distinction from all others. You enter conjunction with a young man of your choice and obtain liberation, that is, separation from one you do not desire. Ah, she answers my speech only with laughter. My conjecture was right. What do you say? The Sankhya teaches that Purusha is untouched, without qualities, and the noor of the field. Excellent! You have silenced me completely. My chatter seems to have made you impatient. It is improper to obstruct a woman's love play with a young man. Go now about your business. She has gone. Then I too shall move on. Why? Here is Ramasena, mother of Charanadasi. Though old, she approaches imitating a young woman with amorous glances, gait and laughter. What a marvel she is having enjoyed every desired pleasure, squeezed the essence from lovers by means of her talents and become the cause of rivalry and conflict among young men, Prindatta, Ramasena herself, now surely goes to milk her daughter's lover dry. Alas, let me savor the cockatry of this old age that summons death to lustful men. I bow to this mighty thunderbolt hurled at the amorous. Young Ramasinna, having given your youth and good fortune to your daughter, whose lover's house are you now going to ruin? Ah, in her science and oath is answer enough. What What do you say? Your own character condemns you. Enough talk. Tell me what business takes you out. What do you say? My daughter Sharon Adasi went yesterday to a rich man's house. I am going to remove her from there under the pretext of a musical gathering. Ah, then Sharon Adasi has been careless. How so? Though she is the daughter of a woman like you, skilled in seizing every con of a lover, drinking out his essence and casting him away like an empty whistle, the poor girl remains pitiable for want of instruction in the science. For having once accepted him as a suitable patron and drawn ample wealth from him, she now knows that he is penniless, yet remains ensnared by affection and cannot bring herself to leave him. Instruction in the true doctrine is wasted upon such a woman. What do you say? I shall bring her home on the pretext of a musical gathering. On your return, come there and teach her the science. Very well. But I must first perform my friend's urgent errand. When that is done, I shall attend to yours. Go now. I too shall continue on my way. Ah! A courtesan's heart is not to be trusted. For displaying affection through soft, clinging play, courtesans strip a lover of all his wealth. Then, cruel and greedy, they turn to another for pleasure, lose all attachment to the first, and abandon him as the soul abandons the body. Ah! A courtesan's mother is a calamity for lovers for which there is no remedy. May the Lord protect amorous men from such women. Ruin upon the mothers of courtesans, skilled in plundering a lover's entire fortune and expert in wielding the courtesan as an a nearing weapon. Walking Why? Here comes Sukumarika, that eunuch and disgrace of the royal road. No good can come of meeting him. I shall cover myself with my robe and slip past without speaking. He does so. What? He is running after me. What will become of me now? Fate is very powerful. I must use sweet words to free myself from the tiger's jaws. What do you say? I offer my respects. My dear, may you never be widowed and may you bear many sons. And further with arched brows, dancing eyes, quivering lips, swinging arms, a graceful gait and coquettish laughter, you have surpassed the mannerisms of women. Your girdle hangs loose and low across your broad, generous hips. Tell me, unsatisfied by love play, from whose house are you coming? What do you say? the house of Ramasena, the king's brother-in-law. His life is blessed. Fortunate one, are you now separated from him like a pair of Chakravaka birds? What do you say? As he was leaving for court, Ratilattika, an attendant of the courtisans, watered his heart with clever, sweet laughter, amorous gestures, and tender glances. His body thrilled with desire, he lowered his head and accepted her invitation. to bear it, I rebuked him, and he fell at my feet. Yet, overcome by jealousy, I would not forgive him. Then he carried me by force to his house, seated me on the bed, and sat beside me. Later, intoxicated with passion, he left me asleep at night, went to her house in the torment of desire, and has not returned for several days. I rejected his attempts to appease me, and now burn with regret. I have come to you so that you may reconcile me with that man dearer than life. My dear, Ram Sena has made a mistake. For when you clasp him tightly in love play, no breasts stand between you fortunate one, each month you suffer no season that cools passion, that is, no menstruation, nor can pregnancy, enemy of beauty, splendor and youth, overtake you. If he abandons a woman of your qualities, he must abandon the festival of love itself. Now. Proud beauty, go to his house and await me there. I must first complete my friend's urgent business. After that, I shall make that man, swollen with pride in the good fortune of his sister the queen, yet too dull to understand the feelings of a delicate young woman like you, bow at your feet in your own house. Go now. He has gone. I too shall Ah! Only with great difficulty have I escaped alive from this authentic specimen of a woman that is to say a eunuch. Now to my own business. Walking Who is this greeting me? Blessings upon you. You appear after many days. Are you not Dhana Mitra, son of Partha the caravan master? You were the full moon in the sky of Kusumpura, dispelling the darkness of poverty for servants, supplicants, relations, and friends, and opening the lotus hearts of young women. How have you fallen under this eclipse of disaster? Did you by merchandise with your family's entire fortune and in greed for great profit, lose it all to thieves on the road abroad? did the king confiscate everything because you spoke against him? Or has gambling, which can strip even Kuber in the blink of an eye, destroyed you? In brief with overgrown nails and hair, a body caked in dirt, a face yellow and withered from anxiety and rough, old, filthy, tone clothing, you look like a divine sage afflicted by a curse. What do you say? I fell deeply in love with Radhasena, daughter of Ramasena, and she with me. You know all this. Believing that she would not abandon me despite her mother's greed, I ignored my friend's warnings and carried all my wealth to her house at once. After some days, when they had taken everything, she dressed me in a bathing cloth on the pretext of a bath and led me to the tank in the Ashoka Grove. Once the gate was shut, the keeper understood the truth and let me out through a hidden door. Unable to imagine how I could remain in this city with honor and endure prolonged poverty, I was taking the forest road when I unexpectedly met you. I have confided the whole secret to you. Now I shall consider my welfare as you advise. Ah, how fiercely greed grits the court since quarter. How crooked is the nature of court since. Come, first let me clasp you to my chest. I rejoice to see you alive. For the venom of a serpent may slowly be subdued by a powerful antidote. One may escape from beneath the head of a rutting elephant in the forest, even from a sea monster's jaws in the ocean one might somehow be freed. But no man is ever seen to rise again after falling into the submarine fire that is a courtson. Good man Is Ratisena herself the cause of your misery or her mother? What do you say? Why should I lie? Ratisena truly loves me. This happened through the wickedness of her mother. If, without letting the mother know, you can drive a meeting between us, my life will return. I know of her love for you. I have heard of it from others too. Ah, he is weeping. Stop recounting your sorrow. I must first complete a small, urgent errand for my friend. When I return, I shall also undertake yours. Go now. Ah, the cunning of a courtson. For just as a crooked king lays the blame for his own wrongdoing upon his minister, so deceitful and artful courtsons lay the blame for their wickedness upon their mothers. This hypocrite, a master among rogues, has gone. I too shall attend to my business. Walking Who calls my name in a voice as smooth and sweet as the forest cuckoo of spring? Looking Why? It is Priyambu Sena. I am coming. What do you say? I offer my respects. My dear, receive my blessing on the bed, pushing your lover away with the soft blows of your left hand, and then being crushed beneath the powerful surge of passion, may you live happily with your magnificent hips. My dear, by whose gracious hands have you had your limbs massaged with fragrant oils of many sense, oils that restore your hips exhausted by left lay. Fair-faced one, whoever has not seen your delightful natural beauty when all ornaments are removed like the king's special elephant with bell, chain, and harness taken off, must count himself cheated. For a dawned with pearl ornaments, covered with scratches of nails, anointed with fragrant oil and cosmetics, red-eyed, smiling, with breasts swollen by the heat of youth, wearing a fine lower garment, the girdle removed, and broad of hip, a beauty like you could unsteady the mind of love himself. What do you say? Your words please me. Ah, do you call that flattery? Do not be shy. Tell me why you called me. What do you say? Listen. My dear, I am a tenter. What do you say? Together with Devadatta. I have received an advance invitation to perform the musical drama The Victory of Puranjara, according to its proper sentiment in the palace of the unconquered lord. The King who is the Indra of Kusumapura. I owe this advancement to you. No, not so. A moonlit night radiant beneath the full moon needs no lamp, the powerful need no others aid. You yourself are the cause of this honour. That is why Ram Sena, whose heart cherishes love for you, now flatters me. Raising her brows, narrowing her eyes and cheeks, turning away a face whose lips tremble with inward delight, Priyangusena glances at her attendance and laughs. There, Ram Sena has received the reward of her service. Folly in Devdatta to compete with you. Riches of beauty, grace, fresh youth, radiance, and every other excellence, mastery of all four modes of acting, the 32 hand gestures, the 18 kinds of glance, the six vocal registers, three tempos, eight sentiments, and the three rhythms of song and instrumental music, all these limbs of dance find refuge in you and shine through you. Indeed, in this very costume, I see you capable of surpassing the celestial nymphs who steal the minds and eyes of gods, demons and great sages. And further, with your artful movements, you will forever make the minds and eyes of men dance. Fortunate woman, what need have you to dance? Your graceful play alone is enough. Ah, She is embarrassed. Splendid, she has dismissed me with the gift of modesty as her ornament. I shall go. Walking Why? This must be Kan Kalta Narayanadakthasmaid. She approaches happily, sending her firm breasts with powder, decking her coffee with many flowers and placing her feet unsteadyly through the intoxication of pleasure. I shall speak to her. Why do you greet me as soon as you approach? My dear, what do you say? I offer my respects. My dear, may you be beloved by your beloved. Why do you favor the road with the arrangement of your lotus feet? What do you say? I am honored. Leave all that. How came the pair of Chakravaka birds to be separated? What do you say my mistress, filled with jealousy, had abandoned bathing, sleep, food, and adornment? She sat upon a stone beneath a young Ashoka tree in the Ashoka Grove. The sight of the new moon, the homing of bees, and the southern wind made harsh by the fragrance of spring flowers tormented her, while her friends consoled her with gentle words. Then a man, passing before the grove as though bitten by love, played a melodic progression upon the lute and sang this song in an indistinct, high register, using curved and reverse curved meters the beauty, youth, and wealth of the man who does not sport with his beloved in spring are all in vain. And further the life of one who does not appease the beloved at the sight of the spotless moon or the sound of the cuckoo's dear voice is wasted in this world. The song loosened my mistress's pride. Without even waiting for the honoured gentleman to come, she summoned me and set out on foot for her lover's house. In the same way, My master, made restless by spring, went to the door of the lootmaster Vishvavasadatta, hoping somehow to appease her. The two met there unexpectedly when neither one's stratagem succeeded, and Vishvavasadatta, suddenly emerging, took them into his house. This morning my mistress said, bring the gallant of the courtesan's quarter. Therefore, please come with me. Splendid! You have spoken words delightful to the ear. What further kindness can I do you? Receive this blessing may the splendour of your youth remain forever. May you always be dear to your beloved. May you continually enjoy pleasures proper to you and desired by your heart. Lead the way. Walking What does Kankaltha say? Come inside this house. Very well. I am coming. Do not be alarmed. May this loving pair remain forever united. Just as Spring, by its own virtues, brought you two together, so may every season reconcile lovers whenever quarrels arise. Spring, proud of its powers, has cheated even me, for you were reunited without my aid. What am I to do now? Yet spring is not at fault. 4. Elaborating on the preceding thought. A beautiful garden, a moonlit night, melodious lute music, a gathering, a go-between, ingenious conversation, and the changing seasons, none of these is the true cause of lovers' union. The true cause is the growth of love born from recognizing one another's genuine qualities. Thus your love rare in others, nourished by the abundance of each other's virtues, born from your own excellence, the essence of the science of love, and celebrated throughout Kusumpura, has cheated me, it has united you without requiring my assistance. What do you say our love itself arose through your efforts? you are indeed the cause of our union. How can lovers speechfully proclaim the glory of one whose deeds now delight all Patliputra one should not impede the meeting of a love-thirsty couple with excessive conversation? Grant me leave, I wish to depart. As you rejoice today upon seeing the face of your young beloved radiant as a blooming lotus, speaking sweet words heavy with love and lovely with shimmering beauty, so may the king rejoice while protecting the whole earth, abundant in grain, girdled by the oceans, beautiful with Mount Meru and the Vindhyas as her breasts, and rich in every excellence. The Gallant Exits Thus ends Varruchi's one actor play Ugar Visarika, the mutual assignation.

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