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Collection: Part 10 · VIDEHA MITHILA MAITHILI DISCUSSION CRITICISM SERIES PART 10
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0:23–0:32I recognize those lips marked by your beloved's teeth. Away, you fickle man! The woman who
0:32–0:38is sulking belongs to you or not I. Go 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
0:43–0:49you gentlemen in just this fashion. That is what I say to you, honoured spectators.
0:49–0:53Ah, I am eager to begin. But what is that sound?
0:53–0:57Splendid. Let me see.
0:57–1:00From behind the scenes.
1:00–1:07At the beginning of spring, the withered lodra tree stands like a wretched gallant made anxious by a friend's errand.
1:07–1:12Then the gallant enters.
1:12–1:15Ah, what splendour spring displays.
1:15–1:23The beauty fashion from cacus, mango blossom, ashoka, swarms of bees, excellent wine, moonlight,
1:23–1:29and all the special graces of spring could disturb even the mind of the God of love.
1:29–1:33Ah! Lovers are now forgiving one another's faults.
1:33–1:38Ah! Go-betweens come and go with unchallenged authority.
1:38–1:43Ah! Spring has reached the height of its magnificence.
1:43–1:50Girdles strung with coral, pearls, and gems, fine silk, gauzy garments, necklaces, and green
1:50–1:54sandalwood paste now yield riddable delight.
1:54–2:00In this blossoming spring, which awakens desire in everyone and pleases the whole world,
2:00–2:07Kuber Datta, son of the merchant Sagradatta, has had a disagreement with Narayana Datta.
2:07–2:12Kuber Dutta therefore sent his servant Sakarka to me with this message,
2:12–2:17at the temple of Lord Narayana Vishnu, Madnaseena was performing the musical drama,
2:17–2:22the worship of love in accordance with its proper sentiment.
2:22–2:26I neglected Narayana Dutta and praised Madnaseena.
2:26–2:29Suspecting that I was in love with her,
2:29–2:36Narayana Dutta became angry, ignored me though I fell at her feet and went home.
2:36–2:40Because of her, one night passes like a thousand to my love-stricken heart.
2:41–2:47I therefore beg you, who stand firm in the courts in Squatter, this city's perpetual spring,
2:47–2:54to reconcile me with her. The moment I heard him, partly from acquaintance and partly because I
2:54–3:01know the torments of love to be unbearable, I set out this very evening. But my wife,
3:01–3:08trusting neither my declining age nor anything except her own sense of my remaining youth,
3:08–3:16suspected another motive and tried to stop me. Yet I have word to remove Narayana Dutta's anger,
3:16–3:24so I must go. But why should I need a vow for such a task? And further beauty, playful youth,
3:24–3:30generosity, and obliging nature, patience, and conciliatory speech when a man possesses all
3:30–3:36All these virtues, what other help does he need to win a woman?
3:36–3:37Walking.
3:37–3:45Ah! The incomparable splendor of Kusumpura's royal highway. Its lanes, sprinkled with scented
3:45–3:52water, swept clean, and bordered on every side by heaps of flowers, look like bridal
3:52–3:58chambers prepared before neighbouring houses. The fronts of the shops shine with crowds
3:58–4:02of customers buying and selling all kinds of goods.
4:02–4:09Palaces resounding with Vedic recitation, music, and the twang of bow strings seen like Ravana's
4:09–4:13many mouths to be conversing with one another.
4:13–4:19Here and there at the open windows of cloud-like mansions, young women glitter like lightning
4:19–4:25curious to look down upon the street celestial nymphs upon kalas.
4:25–4:31How magnificent, too, are the chief officers riding this way and that on great elephants,
4:31–4:34horses, and chariots.
4:34–4:39Young maid servants, coquettish enough to steal the eyes of youths and adorned with ornaments
4:39–4:45suited to every limb, come and go, mocking the beauty of heaven's maidens.
4:45–4:50Courtsons whose lotus faces are drunk in by-the-be-like eyes of all men seem to
4:50–4:54favour the street merely by strolling upon it.
4:54–5:01In brief fearless, joyful, forever absorbed in festival, adorned with costly gems and
5:01–5:08ornaments, resplendent with garlands, perfumes and garments, immersed in sport and pleasure,
5:08–5:13and filled with citizens renowned for manifold accomplishments, the ground of Pataliputra
5:13–5:18has become heaven itself.
5:18–5:20Walking
5:20–5:21Why?
5:21–5:25Here comes Anandadatta, Charanadasa's daughter.
5:25–5:31Using each soft foot with the measured langer of exhaustion after love play, she approaches
5:31–5:34as though she were naked are for every eye.
5:34–5:39Surely her lover has plundered her pleasure without mercy.
5:39–5:45For her lips bear the marks of teeth, her restless eyes are heavy with sleep, and her broad
5:45–5:51hips are encircled by the loosened strands of a girdle disordered in love play.
5:51–5:55Ah! The very sight of her will accomplish my errand.
5:55–6:00What? She has passed without even looking at me.
6:00–6:06I shall speak to her. Ah! She has turned back of her own accord.
6:06–6:12My dear, why do you not greet me? What do you say?
6:12–6:17I recognized you only after a moment. I offer my respects.
6:17–6:24Then here my blessing may you obtain a lover who is young, independent, generous, handsome,
6:24–6:29wealthy, honorable, accomplished, and devoted to the arts of love.
6:29–6:43My 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.
6:43–6:46What do you say?
6:46–6:51I am coming from the house of Nagdatta, son of a high minister.
6:51–6:56My dear, his magnificence is already an old tale.
6:56–7:00Plainly you joined him against your mother's wishes.
7:00–7:04Why does she hide her face and smile in embarrassment?
7:04–7:07Excellent, my guess was right.
7:07–7:10Beautiful one, do not be ashamed.
7:10–7:16For defying your mother's greed, you fixed your heart on the pleasure of love.
7:16–7:20You abandoned the highly profitable law of the courts in Squatter.
7:20–7:25A law difficult for any court sin to forsake went to your lover's house
7:25–7:28and rebelled there with him in genuine delight.
7:28–7:33By these virtues you have placed every court sin beneath your feet.
7:33–7:36Your modesty is indeed fitting.
7:36–7:40Indeed fitting. What need is there to swear it?
7:40–7:45I shall go to your house and pacify your mother.
7:45–7:50You have acted contraryly to the ordinary nature of a courtson.
7:50–7:54You may go now. What do you say?
7:54–7:57I offer my respects.
7:57–8:03Fortunate girl, hear my blessing your qualities, because they dwell in you, have themselves
8:03–8:10become virtues, what praise can add to them. May your youth, which enchants the world,
8:10–8:17remain unchanging. She has gone. I too shall proceed.
8:17–8:19Walking
8:19–8:26Why? Here is Madhavasena, Vishnudatta's daughter. Ignoring the attendants who follow behind
8:26–8:32her, she hurries this way like a doe pursued by a tiger. Clearly she is miserable because
8:32–8:38Because her mother's greed has forced her to meet a man she does not desire.
8:38–8:44For her face is not faded, nor have the flowers fallen from her coffure, the tender beauty
8:44–8:48of her lips has not been marred by bites.
8:48–8:54The sandal powder upon her breasts remains undisturbed by any close embrace.
8:54–8:59The girdle at her hips has neither loosened nor fallen oary through passionate love
8:59–9:06Ah! terrified by union with an unwanted man, she has passed without even seeing me.
9:06–9:10I shall approach and learn the cause of her distress.
9:10–9:14Splendid, she has turned back herself.
9:14–9:16What do you say?
9:16–9:19I did not see you.
9:19–9:22My dear, the fault is not yours.
9:22–9:26The mind of one shaken by misery is itself confused.
9:26–9:36confused. What do you say? I offer my respects. Then accept this blessing may the man you love
9:36–9:43be rich and the man you dislike be poor. May your mother's greed never again compel you
9:43–9:52to unite with an unwelcome man. My dear, where are you coming from? What do you say? From
9:52–9:57the house of Samudradatta, son of the caravan master Dhandatta.
9:57–10:05Ah, well done! These days he is Kuber himself. Why does she sigh deeply, make the tender bud
10:05–10:11of 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
10:24–10:31movement of yours was without feeling. With difficulty you offered your lips for a kiss,
10:31–10:38there were no sweet words, no laughter or play, you yawned and breathed hot sighs, even the
10:38–10:45embrace of your arms was slack and passion was nowhere to be found. My dear, do not
10:45–10:51The texts declare that even a rich man without duty may be accepted.
10:51–11:00Listen whether a man is unwanted or beloved, a courtson must awaken in him the fullest passion and acquire his wealth.
11:00–11:03Such is the role of the science.
11:03–11:05What do you say?
11:05–11:09You think exactly as my mother does.
11:09–11:15No, that is not what I mean. There is a reason behind the rule.
11:15–11:22Go now. I shall come to your house and explain the true meaning of the science.
11:22–11:32Ah, she has departed without greeting me. Either her education is defective or perhaps the poor girl's agitation is to blame.
11:32–11:36I too shall attend to my errand.
11:36–11:45Why? Here approaches the wandering nun Willse-Condonnie, placing each foot slowly and with studied
11:45–11:53grace. Her beauty is naked hard to the eyes. These, maddened by the scent of her perfumed
11:53–12:00robe, have abandoned the mango tops and hover around her. I shall speak to her and satisfy
12:00–12:07the curiosity of my eyes and ears. Reverend Lady, I salute you upon the mountain of court
12:07–12:14sins. What do you say? I have no business with one firmly established
12:14–12:21in the court sins quarter. I delight in one firmly established in the Vaisesika philosophy.
12:21–12:28There is good reason for that. For your great and lovely eyes never remain fixed
12:28–12:35upon one object, your face, made more beautiful by lanker, has swollen lips worn by love's
12:35–12:40exertion, and 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 netonal 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?
13:08–13:11What do you say?
13:11–13:18My teacher has forbidden me to converse with anyone who does not understand the six categories.
13:18–13:21Reverent lady, quite right.
13:21–13:27For there is quality, your youth is universal, that is, open to all, young men praise your
13:27–13:30motion that is your gate.
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.
13:43–13:48You enter conjunction with a young man of your choice and obtain liberation, that
13:48–13:56is separation from one you do not desire. Ah, she answers my speech only with laughter.
13:56–14:01My conjecture was right. What do you say?
14:01–14:06The Sankhya teaches that Purusha is untouched, without qualities, and the noore of the
14:06–14:08field.
14:08–14:16Excellent. You have silenced me completely. My chatter seems to have made you impatient.
14:16–14:21It is improper to obstruct a woman's love play with a young man.
14:21–14:24Go now about your business.
14:24–14:26She has gone.
14:26–14:29Then I too shall move on.
14:29–14:31Walking.
14:31–14:34Why?
14:34–14:37Here is Ram Sena, mother of Charanadasi.
14:37–14:45Though old, she approaches imitating a young woman with amorous glances, gait and laughter.
14:45–14:51But a marvel she is having enjoyed every desired pleasure, squeezed the essence from lovers
14:51–14:58by means of her talents and become the cause of rivalry and conflict among young men, Prindatta,
14:58–15:03Ram Sena herself, now surely goes to milk her daughter's lover dry.
15:03–15:11Alas, let me savor the cockatry of this old age that summons death to lustful men.
15:11–15:15I bow to this mighty thunderbolt hurled at the amorous.
15:15–15:20Young Ram Sena, having given your youth and good fortune to your daughter, whose lover's
15:20–15:23house are you now going to ruin?
15:23–15:28Ah, in her science and oath is answer enough.
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
16:08–16:15inspeitiable for want of instruction in the science. For having once accepted him as a
16:15–16:21suitable patron and draw an ample wealth from him, she now knows that he is penniless yet
16:21–16:28remains ensnared by affection and cannot bring herself to leave him. Instruction in the
16:28–16:34true doctrine is wasted upon such a woman. What do you say?
16:34–16:39I shall bring her home on the pretext of a musical gathering.
16:39–16:44On your return, come there and teach her the science.
16:44–16:45Very well.
16:45–16:50But I must first perform my friend's urgent errand.
16:50–16:54When that is done, I shall attend to yours.
16:54–16:55Go now.
16:55–16:58I too shall continue on my way.
16:58–16:59Ah!
16:59–17:02A court since heart is not to be trusted.
17:02–17:09displaying affection through soft, clinging play. Couttsons strip a lover of all his wealth.
17:09–17:15Then, cruel and greedy, they turn to another for pleasure, lose all attachment to the first,
17:15–17:22and abandon him as the soul abandons the body. Ah! a Couttsons mother is a calamity for
17:22–17:30lovers for which there is no remedy. May the Lord protect amorous men from such women.
17:30–17:36upon the mothers of court-sons, skilled in plundering a lover's entire fortune and expert in
17:36–17:40wielding the court-sons as an unerring weapon.
17:40–17:42Walking
17:45–17:52Why? Here comes Sukumarika, that eunuch and disgrace of the royal road. No good can come
17:52–17:58of meeting him. I shall cover myself with my robe and slip past without speaking.
17:58–18:01He does so.
18:01–18:02What?
18:02–18:05He is running after me.
18:05–18:07What will become of me now?
18:07–18:09Fate is very powerful.
18:09–18:15I must use sweet words to free myself from the tiger's jaws.
18:15–18:17What do you say?
18:17–18:19I offer my respects.
18:19–18:25My dear, may you never be widowed and may you bear many sons.
18:25–18:33sons. And further with arched brows, dancing eyes, quivering lips, swinging arms, a graceful
18:33–18:40gait and coquettish laughter, you have surpassed the mannerisms of women. Your girdle hangs
18:40–18:48loose and low across your broad, generous hips. Tell me, unsatisfied by love play, from whose
18:48–18:52house are you coming? What 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, Ratilataka, 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
20:53–20:55that is to say a eunuch.
20:55–20:58Now to my own business.
20:58–21:01Walking
21:01–21:05Who is this greeting me?
21:05–21:07Blessings upon you.
21:07–21:10You appear after many days.
21:10–21:14Are you not Dhanamitra, son of Partha the caravan master?
21:14–21:21You were the full moon in the sky of Kusumpura, dispelling the darkness of poverty for servants,
21:21–21:27supplicants, relations and friends, and opening the lotus hearts of young women.
21:27–21:31How have you fallen under this eclipse of disaster?
21:31–21:37Did you buy merchandise with your family's entire fortune and in greed for great profit,
21:37–21:40lose it all to thieves on the road abroad?
21:40–21:45Or did the king confiscate everything because you spoke against him?
21:45–21:51Or has gambling which can strip even Kuber in the blink of an eye destroyed you?
21:51–22:06In 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.
22:06–22:08What do you say?
22:08–22:15I fell deeply in love with Radhicena, 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
22:30–22:35pretext of 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
22:39–22:41door.
22:41–22:45Unable to imagine how I could remain in this city with honor and endure prolonged poverty,
22:45–22:49I was taking the forest road when I unexpectedly met you.
22:49–22:53I have confided the whole secret to you.
22:53–22:57Now I shall consider my welfare as you advise.
22:57–22:58Ah!
22:58–23:02How fiercely greed grits the court since quarter.
23:02–23:05How crooked is the nature of court-sins?
23:05–23:08Come first let me clasp you to my chest.
23:08–23:11I rejoice to see you alive.
23:11–23:17For the venom of a serpent may slowly be subdued by a powerful antidote.
23:17–23:23One may escape from beneath the head of a rutting elephant in the forest, even from a sea-monster's
23:23–23:27jaws in the ocean one might somehow be freed.
23:27–23:33But no man is ever seen to rise again after falling into the submarine fire that is a
23:33–23:34courtson.
23:34–23:40Good man is Ratisena herself the cause of your misery or her mother?
23:40–23:42What do you say?
23:42–23:44Why should I lie?
23:44–23:46Ratisena truly loves me.
23:46–23:49This happened through the wickedness of her mother.
23:49–23:54If, without letting the mother know, you can drive a meeting between us, my life will
23:54–23:56return.
23:56–23:58I know of her love for you.
23:58–24:01I have heard of it from others too.
24:01–24:04Ah, he is weeping.
24:04–24:07Stop recounting your sorrow.
24:07–24:12I must first complete a small, urgent errand for my friend.
24:12–24:16When I return, I shall also undertake yours.
24:16–24:17Go now.
24:17–24:20Ah, the cunning of a courtsen.
24:20–24:26For just as a crooked king lays the blame for his own wrongdoing upon his minister,
24:26–24:33The young people who are so deceitful and artful court-sons lay the blame for their wickedness upon their mothers.
24:33–24:41This hypocrite, a master among rogues, has gone. I too shall attend to my business.
24:41–24:43Walking
24:43–24:51Who 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.
24:56–24:58I offer my respects.
24:58–25:06My dear, receive my blessing on the bed, pushing your lover away with the soft blows of your left hand,
25:06–25:14and then being crushed beneath the powerful surge of passion, may you live happily with your magnificent hips.
25:14–25:21My dear, by whose gracious hands have you had your limbs massaged with fragrant oils of many scents,
25:21–25:27your limbs massaged with fragrant oils of many scents, oils that restore your hips exhausted
25:27–25:28by love-play.
25:28–25:35Fair-faced one, whoever has not seen your delightful natural beauty when all ornaments
25:35–25:42are removed like the king's special elephant-wit-bell chain and harness taken off, must count himself
25:42–25:43cheated.
25:43–25:49For a dawned-wit pearl ornaments, covered with scratches of nails, anointed with fragrant
25:49–25:56oil and cosmetics, red-eyed, smiling, with breasts swollen by the heat of youth, wearing
25:56–26:01a fine lower garment, the girdle removed, and broad of hip, a beauty like you could
26:01–26:05unsteady 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.
26:17–26:19What do you say?
26:19–26:20Listen.
26:20–26:24My dear, I am attentive.
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.
26:45–26:52A moonlit night radiant beneath the full moon needs no lamp, the powerful need no others
26:52–26:59aid. You yourself are the cause of this honour. That is why Ramasena, whose heart cherishes
26:59–27:07love for you, now flatters me. Raising her brows, narrowing her eyes and cheeks, turning
27:07–27:13away a face whose lips tremble with inward delight, Priyamusena glances at her attendance
27:13–27:21and laughs. There Ram Sena has received the reward of her service. What folly in Devdatta
27:21–27:23to compete with you?
27:23–27:30Riches of beauty, grace, fresh youth, radiance, and every other excellence, mastery of all
27:30–27:36four modes of acting, the thirty-two hand gestures, the eighteen kinds of glans, the
27:36–27:43six vocal registers, three tempos, eight sentiments, and the three rhythms of song and instrumental
27:43–27:50music all these limbs of dance find refuge in you and shine through you. Indeed, in this
27:50–27:55very costume I see you capable of surpassing the celestial nymphs who steal the minds and
27:55–28:02eyes of gods, demons and great sages. And further with your artful movements you will
28:02–28:07forever make the minds and eyes of men dance.
28:07–28:15fortunate woman what need have you to dance. Your graceful play alone is enough. Ah! She
28:15–28:22is embarrassed. Splendid, she has dismissed me with the gift of modesty as her ornament.
28:22–28:25I shall go.
28:25–28:26Walking
28:26–28:36Why? This must be Kankalta Narayana Datta's maid. She approaches happily, sending her
28:36–28:42Her firm breasts with powder, decking her coffee or with many flowers and placing her feet
28:42–28:46unsteadily through the intoxication of pleasure.
28:46–28:48I shall speak to her.
28:48–28:52Why do you greet me as soon as you approach?
28:52–28:54My dear, what do you say?
28:54–28:57I offer my respects.
28:57–29:01My dear, may you be beloved by your beloved.
29:01–29:06Why do you favour the road with the arrangement of your lotus feet?
29:06–29:08What do you say?
29:08–29:11I am honoured.
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.
29:31–29:37The sight of the new moon, the hooming of bees, and the southern wind made harsh by the fragrance
29:37–29:43of spring flowers tormented her, while her friends consoled her with gentle words.
29:43–29:49Then a man, passing before the grove as though bitten by love, played a melodic progression
29:49–29:56upon the lute and sang this song in an indistinct, high register, using curved and reverse-curved
29:56–30:02meters the beauty, youth, and wealth of the man who does not sport with his beloved in
30:02–30:09spring are all in vain. And further the life of one who does not appease the beloved at
30:09–30:14the sight of the spotless moon or the sound of the cuckoo's dear voice is wasted in this
30:14–30:16world.
30:16–30:21The song loosened my mistress's pride. Without even waiting for the honored gentleman
30:21–30:25to come, she summoned me and set out on foot for her lover's house. In the same
30:25–30:31Anyway, my master, made restless by spring, went to the door of the lootmaster Vishpa Vasidhada,
30:31–30:33hoping somehow to appease her.
30:33–30:38The two met there unexpectedly when neither one's stratagem succeeded, and Vishpa Vasidhada,
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.
30:54–30:59What further kindness can I do you? Receive this blessing may the splendour of your youth
30:59–31:05remain forever. May you always be dear to your beloved. May you continually enjoy pleasures
31:05–31:11proper to you and desired by your heart. Lead the way.
31:11–31:17Walking. What does Kankalta say?
31:17–31:23Come inside this house. Very well, I am coming.
31:23–31:29Entering Do not be alarmed. May this loving pair remain forever
31:29–31:37united. Just as Spring, by its own virtues, brought you two together, so may every season
31:37–31:45reconcile lovers whenever quarrels arise. Spring, proud of its powers, has cheated even me,
31:45–31:53for you were reunited without my aid. What am I to do now? Yet Spring is not at fault.
31:53–32:004. Elaborating 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.
32:13–32:18The true cause is the growth of love born from recognizing one another's genuine
32:18–32:26qualities. Thus your love rare in others, nourished by the abundance of each other's virtues,
32:26–32:32born from your own excellence, the essence of the science of love, and celebrated throughout
32:32–32:39Kusumpura, has cheated me, it has united you without requiring my assistance. What do you
32:39–32:45say our love itself arose through your efforts, therefore you are indeed the cause of our
32:45–32:52union. How can lovers speechfully proclaim the glory of one whose deeds now delight all
32:52–32:59Patliputra one should not impede the meeting of a love-thirsty couple with excessive conversation?
32:59–33:06Grant me leave, I wish to depart. As you rejoice today upon seeing the face of your young beloved,
33:06–33:12radiant as a blooming lotus, speaking sweet words heavy with love, and lovely with shimmering
33:12–33:17beauty so may the king rejoice while protecting the whole earth abundant in
33:17–33:23grain girdled by the oceans beautiful with Mount Meru and the Vindhyas as her
33:23–33:31breasts and rich in every excellence. The gallant exits. Thus ends Varruchi's one
33:31–33:36actor play Ubha Visarika the mutual assignation.

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अछि। अछि। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। 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 lodra 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, ashoka, 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. Girdles 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 Dutta 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 Dutta and praised Madnaseena. Suspecting that I was in love with her, Narayana Dutta 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 word to remove Narayana Dutta's anger, so I must go. But why should I need a vow for such a task? And further beauty, playful youth, generosity, and obliging nature, patience, and conciliatory speech when a man possesses all 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, look like bridal chambers prepared before neighbouring 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, too, 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. Courtsons 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 Pataliputra 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. Then 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 court sin to forsake went to your lover's house and rebelled there with him in genuine delight. By these virtues you have placed every court sin beneath your feet. Your modesty is indeed fitting. Indeed fitting. What need is there to swear it? I shall go to your house and pacify your mother. You have acted contraryly 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 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 coffure, 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 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. 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 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 The texts declare that even a rich man without duty may be accepted. Listen whether a man is unwanted or beloved, a courtson 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. Why? Here approaches the wandering nun Willse-Condonnie, placing each foot slowly and with studied grace. Her beauty is naked hard 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. Reverend Lady, I salute you upon the mountain of court sins. What do you say? I have no business with one firmly established in the court sins 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 lanker, 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 netonal 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 gate. 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 noore 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. Walking. Why? Here is Ram Sena, mother of Charanadasi. Though old, she approaches imitating a young woman with amorous glances, gait and laughter. But 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, Ram Sena 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 Ram Sena, 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 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 inspeitiable for want of instruction in the science. For having once accepted him as a suitable patron and draw an 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 court since heart is not to be trusted. displaying affection through soft, clinging play. Couttsons 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 Couttsons mother is a calamity for lovers for which there is no remedy. May the Lord protect amorous men from such women. upon the mothers of court-sons, skilled in plundering a lover's entire fortune and expert in wielding the court-sons as an unerring 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. 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, Ratilataka, 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 Dhanamitra, 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 buy merchandise with your family's entire fortune and in greed for great profit, lose it all to thieves on the road abroad? Or 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 Radhicena, 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-sins? 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 courtsen. For just as a crooked king lays the blame for his own wrongdoing upon his minister, The young people who are so deceitful and artful court-sons 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 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 scents, your limbs massaged with fragrant oils of many scents, oils that restore your hips exhausted by love-play. Fair-faced one, whoever has not seen your delightful natural beauty when all ornaments are removed like the king's special elephant-wit-bell chain and harness taken off, must count himself cheated. For a dawned-wit 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 attentive. 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 Ramasena, 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, Priyamusena glances at her attendance and laughs. There Ram Sena has received the reward of her service. What 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 thirty-two hand gestures, the eighteen kinds of glans, 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 Kankalta Narayana Datta's maid. She approaches happily, sending her Her firm breasts with powder, decking her coffee or with many flowers and placing her feet unsteadily 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 favour the road with the arrangement of your lotus feet? What do you say? I am honoured. 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 hooming 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 honored gentleman to come, she summoned me and set out on foot for her lover's house. In the same Anyway, my master, made restless by spring, went to the door of the lootmaster Vishpa Vasidhada, hoping somehow to appease her. The two met there unexpectedly when neither one's stratagem succeeded, and Vishpa Vasidhada, 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 Kankalta say? Come inside this house. Very well, I am coming. Entering 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, therefore 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 Ubha Visarika the mutual assignation.

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