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Collection: Part 10 · VIDEHA MITHILA MAITHILI DISCUSSION CRITICISM SERIES PART 10
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0:00–0:07Kottumbari, by Bhanapata. Based on Sanskrit to Maitali translation by Gajendra Thakur.
0:07–0:16Copyright Gajendra Thakur, Editor, Videha Maitali e-Journal, www.videha.co.in
0:16–0:21Kottumbari, by Bhanapata. First Part
0:21–0:26Hail to the birthless, the cause of creation, continuance, and destruction, triple in form
0:26–0:32and quality, who shows activity in the birth of things, goodness in their continuance,
0:32–0:34and darkness in their destruction.
0:34–0:39Glory to the dust of Triambicus' feet, caressed by the diadem of the demon Banna, even that
0:39–0:44dust that kisses the circle of ravenous ten crest gems, that rests on the crests
0:44–0:49of the lords of gods and demons, and that destroys our transitory life.
0:49–0:55to Vishnu, who, resolving to strike from afar, with but a moment's glance from his wrath
0:55–1:00inflamed I stained the breast of his enemy, as if it had burst of itself in terror.
1:00–1:05I salute the lotus feet of Batsu, honored by crown mockeries, the feet which have their
1:05–1:10tawny toes rubbed on a footstool made by the united crowns of neighboring kings.
1:10–1:15Who is there that fears not the wicked, pitiless and causeless enmity, in whose mouth Calomy
1:15–1:19heart to bear is always ready as the poison of a serpent.
1:19–1:26The wicked, like fetters, echo harshly, wound deeply, and leave a scar, while the good,
1:26–1:30like jeweled anklets, ever charm the mind with sweet sounds.
1:30–1:36In a bad man gentle words sink no deeper than the throat, like nectar swallowed by Rahu.
1:36–1:41The good man bears them constantly on his heart, as Hari his pure gem.
1:41–1:47A story tender with the charm of gracious speech creates in the heart joy full of fresh interest,
1:47–1:53and it comes of itself, with native feeling, to its Lord's possession, like a fresh bride.
1:53–1:59Who is not carried captive by tales fashioned in freshness of speech, all alight with similes,
1:59–2:04and the lamps of glowing words, pleasant tales interwoven with many a contrast of words,
2:04–2:08as jasmine garlands with campak buds.
2:08–2:13There was once a Brahman, Kivara by name, sprung from the race of Vatsyana, sun throughout
2:13–2:18the world for his virtue, a leader of the good, his lotus feet were worshipped by many
2:18–2:22a Gupta, and he seemed a very portion of Brahma.
2:22–2:27On his mouth Sarasvati ever dwelt, for in it all evil was still by the Veda, it had
2:27–2:32lips purified by sacrificial cake, and a palate bitter with Soma, and it was pleasant
2:32–2:34with Smorty and Castro.
2:34–2:39In his house frightened boys, as they repeated verses of the Yeager and Samaveda, were chidden
2:39–2:44at every word by caged parrots and manas, who were thoroughly versed in everything belonging
2:44–2:46to words.
2:46–2:51From him was born Arthapathy, a lord of the twice-born, as Hyraniya Garba from the world
2:51–2:56egg, the moon from the milky ocean, or Garuda from Vinada.
2:56–3:01As he unfolded his spreading discourse day by day at dawn, new troops of pupils, intent
3:01–3:07on listening, gave him a new glory, like fresh sandalshoots fixed on the ear.
3:07–3:12With countless sacrifices adorned with gifts duly offered, having glowing Mahavara fires
3:12–3:18in their midst, and raising the sacrificial posts as their hands, he won easily, as if
3:18–3:22with a troop of elephants, the abode of the gods.
3:22–3:27He in due course obtained a son, Satrabanu, who amongst his other noble and glorious
3:27–3:32suns, all versed in krudiyan kastra, shown as crystal, like kailasa among mountains.
3:33–3:38The virtues of that noble man, reaching far and gleaming bright as a digit of the moon,
3:38–3:43yet without its spot, pierced deep even into the hearts of his foes, like the budding claws of
3:43–3:50Nrisima, Vishnu. The dark smoke of many a sacrifice rose like curls on the brow of the goddesses
3:50–3:56of the sky, or like shoots of tamala on the ear of the bride, the threefold Veda, and only
3:56–4:02made his own glory shine more bright. From him was born a sun, Bhana, when the drops that rose
4:02–4:08from the fatigue of the Soma sacrifice were wiped from his brow by the folded lotus hands of Sarasvati,
4:08–4:14and when the seven worlds had been illuminated by the rays of his glory. By that Brahman, albeit with
4:14–4:19a mind keeping even in his unspoken words its original dullness blinded by the darkness of its
4:19–4:24own utter folly, and simple from having never gained the charm of ready wit, this tail,
4:24–4:31surpassing the other two, was fashioned, even Kadambari. There was once upon a time a king named
4:31–4:37Kadraka. Like a second Indra, he had his commands honored by the bent heads of all kings, he was
4:37–4:44Lord of the earth. Gurdon by the four oceans, he had an army of neighboring chiefs bowed down in
4:44–4:50loyalty to his majesty, he had the signs of a universal emperor, like Vishnu, his lotus hand
4:50–4:56bore the sign of the conch in the kuit, like Siva, he had overcome love, like Kartikey,
4:56–5:00he was unconquerable in might, like Brahma, he had the circle of kru-
5:00–5:30विश्वावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावा�
5:30–5:35of virtue, a spring of the ambrosial sweetness of poetry, a mountain of sunrise to all his
5:35–5:39friends, and a direful comet to all his foes.
5:39–5:46He was, moreover, a founder of literary societies, a refuge for men of taste, a rejecter of
5:46–5:51haughty bowholders, a leader among the bold, a chief among the wise.
5:51–5:56He was a cause of gladness to the humble, as Venatia was to Venata.
5:56–6:00He rooted up with the point of his bow the boundary mountains of his foes as Pritharaja
6:00–6:02did the noble mountains.
6:02–6:08He mocked Krishna, also, for while the latter made his boast of his man-lion form, he himself
6:08–6:12smote down the hearts of his foes by his very name, and while Krishna wearied the universe
6:12–6:18with his three steps, he subdued the whole world by one heroic effort.
6:18–6:23Glory long dwelt on the watered edge of his sword, as if to wash off the stain of contact
6:23–6:27with a thousand base chieftains, which had clung to her too long.
6:27–6:33By the indwelling of Dharma in his mind, Yama in his wrath, Kiva in his kindness, Agni in
6:33–6:39his splendor, birth in his arm, Lakshmi in his glance, Sarasvati in his eloquence, the
6:39–6:44moon in his face, the wind in his might, Brihasbhati in his knowledge, love in his beauty, the
6:44–6:50sun in his glory, he resembled Holy Narayana, whose nature manifests every form, and who
6:50–6:53is the very essence of deity.
6:53–6:57Royal glory came to him once for all, like a woman coming to meet her lover, on the nights
6:57–7:02of battle stormy with the showers of Ikor from the Elephant's temples, and stood by him
7:02–7:06in the midst of the darkness of thousands of coats of mail, loosened from the doors
7:06–7:09of the breasts of warriors.
7:09–7:13She seemed to be drawn irresistibly by his sword, which was uneven in its edge, by
7:13–7:18reason of the drops of water forced out by the pressure of his strong hand, and
7:18–7:21which was decked with large pearls clinging to it when he clothed the frontal bones
7:21–7:27of wild elephants. The flame of his majesty burnt day and night, as if it were a fire
7:27–7:32within his foes' fair wives, albeit reft of their lords, as if he would destroy the husbands
7:32–7:38now only enshrined in their hearts. While he, having subdued the earth, was guardian
7:38–7:43of the world, the only mixing of color was in painting, the only pulling of hair and
7:43–7:48caresses, the only strict fetters in the laws of poetry, the only care was concerning
7:48–7:55moral law, the only deception was in dreams, the only golden rods were in umbrellas.
7:55–8:00Banners alone trembled, songs alone showed variations, elephants alone were rampant, bows
8:00–8:06alone had severed cords, lattice windows alone had ensnaring network, lovers disputes alone
8:06–8:12caused sending of messengers, dice and chessmen alone left empty squares, and his subjects
8:12–8:14had no deserted homes.
8:14–8:19him, too, there was only fear of the next world, only twisting in the curls of the zen and
8:19–8:25a women, only locacity in anklets, only taking the hand in marriage, only shedding of tears
8:25–8:31from the smoke of ceaseless sacrificial fires, the only sound of the lash was for horses,
8:31–8:34while the only twang of the bow was loves.
8:34–8:39When the thousand-raid sun, bursting open the young lotus buds, had not long risen,
8:39–8:43though it had lost somewhat of the pinkness of dawn, a fortress approached the king
8:43–8:47in his hall of audience, and humbly addressed him.
8:47–8:52Her form was lovely, yet awe-inspiring, and with the scimitar, a weapon rarely worn by
8:52–8:54women, hanging at her left.
8:54–8:59Side, was like a sandal-tree-girt by a snake.
8:59–9:03Her bosom glistened with rich sandallointment like the heavenly Ganges when the frontal
9:03–9:06bone of air of odd arises from its waters.
9:06–9:11The chief spent before her seemed, by her reflection on their crests, to bear her
9:11–9:15on their foreheads as a royal command in human form.
9:15–9:19Like autumn, she was robed in the whiteness of Hamsa's, like the blade of Parakurama
9:19–9:25she held the circle of kings in submission, like the forest land of the Vinyas, she bore
9:25–9:29her wand, and she seemed the very guardian goddess of the realm.
9:29–9:34Placing on the ground her lotus hand and knee, she thus spake, sire, there stands
9:34–9:39at the gate a khandala maiden from the south, a royal glory of the race of that trakankhu
9:39–9:45who climbed the sky, but fell from it at the murmur of wrathful Indra. She bears a parrot
9:45–9:51in a cage, and bids me thus hail your majesty, Sire, thou, like the ocean, art alone worthy
9:51–9:57to receive the treasures of the whole earth. In the thought that this bird is a marvel,
9:57–9:59In the treasure of the whole earth, I bring it to lay it th-
10:00–10:04विचार-विमर्शक विपाषाक साहित्य, समालोचना, कविता, अछि।
10:04–10:08विपाषाक साहित्य, समालोचना, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता,
10:08–10:13कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता,
10:13–10:17कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता,
10:17–10:23not. Bid her enter, gave his permission. Then the Portress, immediately on the King's
10:23–10:28order, ushered in the Candala Maiden. And she entered and beheld the King in the midst
10:28–10:33of a thousand chiefs, like golden-peaked meru in the midst of the noble mountains crouching
10:33–10:38together in fear of Indra's thunderbolt, or, in that the brightness of the jewels scattered
10:38–10:43on his dress almost concealed his form, like a day of storm, whereon the eight quarters
10:43–10:46of the globe are covered by indris thousand bows.
10:46–10:52He was sitting on a couch studded with moon stones, beneath a small silken canopy, white
10:52–10:56as the foam of the rivers of heaven, with its four jewel-encrusted pillars joined by
10:56–11:01golden chains, and in wreath with a rope of large pearls.
11:01–11:05Many cowries with golden handles waved around him, his left foot rested on a footstool
11:05–11:09of crystal that was like the moon bent in humiliation before the flashing beauty
11:09–11:14of his countenance and was adorned by the brightness of his feet, which yet were tinged with blue
11:14–11:19from the light rays of the sapphire pavement, as though darkened by the size of his conquered
11:19–11:21foes.
11:21–11:26His breast, crimson by the rubies which shone on his throne, recalled Krishna, red with
11:26–11:31blood from the fresh slaughter of Madhikaidaba, his two silken garments, white as the foam
11:31–11:36of Ambrosia, with pairs of hams as painted in yellow on their hem, waved in the wind
11:36–11:41raised by the cowries, the fragrant sandal-onguin with which his chest was whitened, besprinkled
11:41–11:47with saffron ointment, was like snowy kylossa with the early sunshine upon it, his face was
11:47–11:53encircled by pearls like stars mistaking it. For the moon, the sapphire bracelets that
11:53–11:58clasped his arms were as a thread of chains to bind fickle fortune, or as snakes attracted
11:58–12:03by the smell of sandalwood, the lotus in his ear hung down slightly, his nose was
12:03–12:08Aquiline, his eyes were like lotuses in full blossom, the hair grew in a circle between
12:08–12:14his brows, and was purified by the waters that inaugurated his possession of universal rule,
12:14–12:19his forehead was like a piece of the eight-day moon made into a block of pure gold, garlanded
12:19–12:20with.
12:20–12:24Sweet Jasmine, like the western mountain in the dawn with the stars growing pale on its
12:24–12:26brow.
12:26–12:30He was like the god of love when struck by Sivis fire, for his body was tawny from
12:30–12:36the color of his ornaments. His handmaiden surrounded him, as if they were the goddesses
12:36–12:41of the quarters of the globe come to worship him, the earth bore him, as on her heart, through
12:41–12:46loyalty, in the reflection of his image in her clear mosaic pavement, fortune seemed
12:46–12:52as alone, though by him she was given to all to enjoy. He was without a second, though
12:52–12:57his followers were without number, he trusted only to his own sword, though he had countless
12:57–13:04elephants and horses in his retinue, he filled the whole earth, though he stood in a small
13:04–13:09space of ground, he rested only on his bow, and yet was seated on his throne, he shone
13:09–13:14with the flame of majesty, though all the fuel of his enemies was uprooted, he had large
13:14–13:19eyes, and yet saw the smallest things, he was the home of all virtues, and yet was
13:19–13:24overreaching, he was beloved of his wives, and yet was a despotic lord, he was free
13:24–13:30from intoxication, though he had an unfailing stream of bounty, he was fair in nature, yet
13:30–13:37in conduct to Krishna, he laid no heavy hand on his subjects, and yet the whole world
13:37–13:44rested in his grasp. Such was this king. And she yet afar beholding him, with a hand
13:44–13:49soft as the petal of a red lotus, and surrounded by a tinkling bracelet, and clasping the
13:49–13:54bamboo with its end jagged, struck once on the mosaic floor to arouse the king,
13:54–13:58at the sound, in a moment the whole assemblage of chiefs turned their eyes from the king
13:58–14:03to her, like a herd of wild elephants at the falling of the coconut.
14:03–14:09Then the king, with the words, look yonder, to his sweet, gazed steadily upon the candala
14:09–14:13maiden, as she was pointed out by the fortress.
14:13–14:17Before her went a man, whose hair was hoary with age, whose eyes were the color of the
14:17–14:22red lotus, whose joints, despite the loss of youth, were firm from incessant labor,
14:22–14:27whose form, though that of a Mithinga, was not to be despised, and who wore the white
14:27–14:30raiment-meat for a court.
14:30–14:35Behind her went a candala boy, with locks falling on either shoulder, bearing a cage, the bars
14:35–14:41of which, though of gold, shone like emerald from the reflection of the parrot's plumage.
14:41–14:45She herself seemed by the darkness of her hue to imitate Krishna when he guilefully
14:45–14:51assumed a woman's attire to take away the amrita seized by the demons.
14:51–14:56She was, as it were, a doll of sapphire walking alone, and over the blue garment, which reached
14:56–14:59to her ankle, there fell a veil of red silk, like
15:00–15:30विचार-विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर
15:30–15:35of rathful Siva, or like Yamuna, fleeing in fear of being drawn along by the plowshare of wild
15:35–15:41Borama, or, from the rich lac that turned her lotus feet into budding shoots, like Durga,
15:41–15:45with her feet crimsoned by the blood of the Azura Mahisha she had just trampled upon.
15:46–15:52Her nails were rosy from the pink glow of her fingers, the mosaic pavement seemed too hard
15:52–15:57for her touch, and she came forward, placing her feet like tender twigs upon the ground.
15:57–16:03The rays of her anklets, rising in flame color, seemed to encircle her as with the arms of Agni,
16:03–16:08as though, by his love for her beauty, he would purify the stain of her birth,
16:08–16:14and so set the Creator at naught. Her girdle was like the stars wreathed on the brow of
16:14–16:19the elephant of love, and her necklace was a rope of large bright pearls, like the stream
16:19–16:24of Gongad just tinged by Yamano. Like autumn, she opened her lotus eyes,
16:24–16:30eyes, like the rainy season, she had cloudy tresses, like the circle of the Malaya Hills, she was
16:30–16:36wreath with sandal, like the zodiac, she was decked with starry gems, like C.R.I., she
16:36–16:42had the fairness of a lotus in her hand, like a swoon, she entranced the heart, like a forest,
16:42–16:46she was endowed with living beauty, like the child of a goddess, she was claimed by no
16:46–16:50tribe, like sleep, she charmed the eyes.
16:50–16:55As a lotus pool in a wood is troubled by elephants, so was.
16:55–17:00She dimmed by her mathinda birth, like a spirit, she might not be touched, like a letter, she
17:00–17:06gladdened the eyes alone, like the blossoms of spring, she lacked the jottie flower, her
17:06–17:11slender waist, like the line of love's bow, could be spanned by the hands, with her curly
17:11–17:16hair, she was like the Lakshmi of the Yiksha king in Alaka.
17:16–17:21She had but reached the flower of her youth, and was beautiful exceedingly.
17:21–17:26And the king was amazed, and the thought arose in his mind, ill-placed was the labor of the
17:26–17:28Creator in producing this beauty.
17:28–17:33For if she has been created as though in mockery of her kandala form, such that all the world's
17:33–17:38wealth of loveliness is laughed to scorn by her own, why was she born in a race with
17:38–17:40which none can mate?
17:40–17:44Surely by thought alone did Prajapati create her, fearing the penalties of contact with
17:44–17:50the Methingar race, else whence this unsullied radiance, a grace that belongs not to limbs
17:50–17:52sullied by touch.
17:52–17:57Moreover, though fair in form, by the baseness of her birth, whereby she, like a Lakshmi
17:57–18:03of the lower world, is a perpetual reproach to the gods, she, lovely as she is, causes
18:03–18:08fear in Brahma, the maker of so strange a union.
18:08–18:12While the king was thus thinking the maiden, garlanded with flowers, that fell over her
18:12–18:17years, bowed herself before him with a confidence beyond her years.
18:17–18:22And when she had made her reverence and stepped on to the mosaic floor, her attendant, taking
18:22–18:28the parrot, which had just entered the cage, advanced a few steps, and, showing it to the
18:28–18:33king, said, Sire, this parrot, by name by Campaena, knows the meaning of all the
18:33–18:40castras, is expert in the practice of royal policy, skilled in tales, history, and puranas,
18:40–18:43acquainted with songs and with musical intervals.
18:43–18:49He recites and himself composes graceful and incomparable modern romances, love stories,
18:49–18:52plays, and poems, and the like.
18:52–18:58He is versed in witticisms and is an unrivaled disciple of the Vina, flute, and drum.
18:58–19:03He is skilled in displaying the different movements of dancing, dexterous in painting,
19:03–19:08very bold in play, ready in resources to calm a maiden angered in a lover's quarrel,
19:08–19:13familiar with the characteristics of elephants, horses, men, and women.
19:13–19:18He is the gem of the whole earth, and in the thought that treasures belong to thee, as pearls
19:18–19:24to the ocean, the daughter of my Lord has brought him hither to thy feet, O King.
19:24–19:27Let him be accepted as thine.
19:27–19:31Having thus said, he laid the cage before the king and retired.
19:31–19:36And when he was gone, the king of birds, standing before the king, and raising his
19:36–19:42right foot, having uttered the words, all hail, recited to the king, in a song perfect in
19:42–19:47the enunciation of each syllable and accent, a verse to this effect, the bosoms of your
19:47–19:53foeman's queens now mourn, keeping a fast of widowed solitude, bathed in salt tears,
19:53–19:59of pearl wreaths all forlorn, scorched by their sad hearts too close neighborhood.
19:59–20:00the king.
20:00–20:05Having heard it, was amazed, and joyfully addressed his minister Kumar Palada, who sat close to him
20:05–20:11on a costly golden throne, like Brihaspati in his mastery of political philosophy, aged,
20:11–20:16of noble birth, first in the circle of wise counselors, thou hast heard the bird's clear
20:16–20:20enunciation of consonants and the sweetness of his intonation.
20:20–20:26This, in the first place, is a great marvel, that he should raise a song in which the syllables
20:26–20:31are clearly separated, and there is a combination of correctness with clearness in the vowels
20:31–20:38and anionassicas. Then, again, we had something more than that, for in him, though a lower creation,
20:38–20:44are found the accomplishments, as it were, of a man, in a pleasurable art, and the course
20:44–20:50of his song is inspired by knowledge. For it was he who, with the cry, all hail,
20:50–20:55straightened his right foot and sang this song concerning me, whereas, generally, birds and
20:55–21:01beasts are only skilled in the science of fearing, eating, paring, and sleeping.
21:01–21:04This is most wonderful.
21:04–21:09And when the king had said this, kumar palata, with a slight smile, replied, Where is the
21:09–21:11wonder?
21:11–21:16For all kinds of birds, beginning with the parrot and the manna, repeat a sound once heard,
21:16–21:21as thou, O king, knowest, so it is no wonder that exceeding skill is produced either by
21:21–21:26by the efforts of men, or in consequence a perfection gained in a former birth.
21:26–21:32Moreover, they formerly possessed a voice like that of men, with clear utterance.
21:32–21:37The indistinct speech of parrots, as well as the change in elephant's tongues, arose
21:37–21:39from a curse of Agni.
21:39–21:42Hardly had he thus spoken when there arose.
21:42–21:47The blast of the midday conch, following the roar of the drum, distinctly struck at
21:47–21:52completion of the hour and announcing that the sun had reached the zenith.
21:52–21:57And hearing this, the king dismissed his band of chiefs, as the hour for bathing was
21:57–22:01at hand, and arose from his hall of audience.
22:01–22:06Then as he started, the great chiefs thronged together as they rose, tearing their silk
22:06–22:10raiment with the leafwork of their bracelets, as it fell from its place in the hurried
22:10–22:12movement.
22:12–22:16Their necklaces were swinging with the shock, the quarters of space were made tawny
22:16–22:21by showers of fragrant sandal powder and saffron scattered from their limbs in their restlessness,
22:21–22:26the bees arose in swarms from their garlands of mulady flowers, all quivering, their cheeks
22:26–22:31were caressed by the lotuses in their ears, half hanging down, their strings of pearls
22:31–22:36were trembling on their bosom's backslash, each longed in his self-consciousness to
22:36–22:39pay his respects to the king as he departed.
22:39–22:43The hall of audience was a stir on all sides with the sound of the anklets of the
22:43–22:48cowrie-bearers as they disappeared in all directions, bearing the cowries on their shoulders,
22:48–22:53their gems tinkling at every step, broken by the cry of the callahamsas, eager to drink
22:53–22:57the lotus honey, with the pleasant music of the jeweled girdles and wreaths of the dancing
22:57–23:02girls coming to pay their respects as they struck their breast in sights, with the cries
23:02–23:08of the callahamsas of the palace lake, which, charmed by the sound of the anklets,
23:08–23:14the broad steps of the hall of audience, with the voices of the tame cranes, eager for the sound of
23:14–23:18the girdles, screaming more and more with a prolonged outcry, like the scratching of bell
23:18–23:23metal, with the heavy tramp on the floor of the hall of audience struck by the feet of a
23:23–23:28hundred neighboring chiefs suddenly departing, which seemed to shake the earth like a hurricane,
23:28–23:33with the cry of, Look! From the one bearing ushers, who were driving the people in.
23:33–23:41in. Confusion before them, and shouting loudly, yet good-naturedly, behold, long and shrill,
23:41–23:45resounding far by its echo in the bowers of the palace, with the ringing of the pavement
23:45–23:49as it was scratched by the points of diadems with their projecting egrets, as the king
23:49–23:54swiftly bent till their trembling crest gems touched the ground, with the tinkling of
23:54–23:58the earrings as they rang on the hard mosaic in their owner's obeisance, with the
23:58–24:03The space-pervading din of the bards reciting auspicious verses.
24:03–24:06And coming forward with the pleasant continuous cry,
24:06–24:10Long life and victory to our king, with the hum of the bees as they rose up leaving the
24:10–24:14flowers, by reason of the turmoil of the hundreds of departing feet,
24:14–24:18with the clash of the jeweled pillars on which the gems were set jangling from being
24:18–24:22struck by the points of the bracelets as the chieftains fell hastily prostrate in
24:22–24:24their confusion.
24:24–24:29The king then dismissed the assembled chiefs, saying, rest a while, and after saying to
24:29–24:34the Candala maiden, let Vykampayana be taken into the inner apartments, and giving the
24:34–24:40order to his betel nut bearer, he went, accompanied by a few favorite princes, to his private
24:40–24:41apartments.
24:41–24:46There, laying aside his adornments, like the sun divested of his rays, or the sky
24:46–24:52bare of moon and stars, he entered the hall of exercise, where all was duly prepared.
24:52–24:57Having taken pleasant exercise therein with the princes of his own age, he then entered
24:57–25:00the bathing place, which was covered with a white canopy.
25:00–25:03नाटक आपि, सरून्दब भी विर्षाश के नाटक विपाषक रेक।
25:03–25:05नाटक विपाषक रेक।
25:05–25:07नाटक विपाषक रेक।
25:07–25:09नाटक विपाषक रेक।
25:09–25:11नाटक विपाषक रेक।
25:11–25:13नाटक विपाषक रेक।
25:13–25:15नाटक विपाषक रेक।
25:15–25:17नाटक विपाषक रेक।
25:17–25:22as if they were covered with blue cloths, from fear of the heat.
25:22–25:27Then the handmaidens, some darkened by the reflection of their emerald jars, like embodied
25:27–25:31lotuses with their leafy cups, some holding silver pitchers, like night with a stream
25:31–25:36of light shed by the full moon, duly besprinkled the king.
25:36–25:41Straightway there arose a blair of the trumpet sounded for bathing, penetrating all the hollows
25:41–25:47of the universe, accompanied by the din of song, lute, flute, drum, cymbal, and taber,
25:47–25:53resounding shrilly in diverse tones, mingled with the uproar of a multitude of bards, and
25:53–25:55cleaving the path of hearing.
25:55–25:59Then, in due order, the king put upon him.
25:59–26:04Two white garments, light as a shed-snake skin, and wearing a turban, with an edge
26:04–26:09of fine silk, pure as a fleck of white cloud, like Himalaya with the stream of the heavenly
26:09–26:14river falling upon it, he made his libation to the pitries with a handful of water, consecrated
26:14–26:21by a hymn, and then, prostrating himself before the sun, proceeded to the temple.
26:21–26:26When he had worshiped Siva, and made an offering to Agni, his limbs were anointed in the perfuming
26:26–26:31room with sandalwood, sweetened with the fragrance of saffron, camphor, and musk,
26:31–26:36the scent of which was followed by murmuring bees, he put on a chaplet of scented malady
26:36–26:42flowers, changed his garb, and, with no adornment save his jeweled earrings, he, together with
26:42–26:47the kings, for whom a fitting meal was prepared, broke his fast, with the pleasure that arises
26:47–26:50from the enjoyment of vines of.
26:50–26:51Sweet savor!
26:51–26:58Then, having drunk of a fragrant drug, rinsed his mouth, and taken his beetle, he arose
26:58–27:01from his dais, with its bright mosaic pavement.
27:01–27:06The fortress, who was close by, hastened to him, and leaning on her arm, he went to the
27:06–27:11hall of audience, followed by the attendants worthy to enter the inner apartments, whose
27:11–27:16palms were like boughs, very hard from their firm grasp of their wands.
27:16–27:20The hall showed as though walled with crystal by reason of the white silk that draped its
27:20–27:25ends, the jeweled floor was watered to coolness with sandal water, to which was
27:25–27:29added very fragrant musk, the pure mosaic was ceaselessly strewn with masses of
27:29–27:35blossoms, as the sky with its bevy of stars, many a golden pillar shone forth, purified
27:35–27:40with scented water, and decked with countless images, as though with the household gods and
27:40–27:41their niches.
27:41–27:46Allo spread its fragrance richly, the whole was.
27:46–27:50Dominated by an alcove, which held a couch white as a cloud after storm, with a flower
27:50–27:55scented covering, a pillow of fine linen at the head, casters encrusted with gems,
27:55–28:01a jeweled footstool by its side, like the peak of Himalaya to behold.
28:01–28:05Reclining on this couch, while a maiden, seated on the ground, having placed in her bosom
28:05–28:10the dagger she was wont to bear, gently rubbed his feet with a palm soft as the leaves of
28:10–28:15fresh lotuses, the king rested for a short time, and held converse on many a theme with
28:15–28:21the kings, ministers, and friends whose presence was meet for that hour.
28:21–28:26He then bade the fortress, who was at hand, to fetch Vykampiana from the women's apartments,
28:26–28:29for he had become curious to learn his story.
28:29–28:35And she, bending hand and knee to the ground, with the words, Thy will shall be done, taking
28:35–28:39the command on her head, fulfilled his bidding.
28:39–28:44Soon Vykampiana approached the king, having his cage borne by the fortress, under the
28:44–28:50escort of a herald, leaning on a gold staff, slightly bent, white-robed, wearing a top-knot
28:50–28:56silvered with age, slow in gait, and tremulous in speech, like an aged flamingo in his love
28:56–29:01for the race of birds, who, placing his palm on the ground, thus delivered his message,
29:01–29:06sire, the queen send thee word that by thy command this vicampayana has been bathed in
29:06–29:10fed, and is now brought by the fortress to thy feet.
29:10–29:17Thus speaking, he retired, and the king asked vicampayana, hast thou in the interval eaten
29:17–29:20food sufficient and to thy taste?
29:20–29:24I have drunk my fill of the juice of the jambu fruit, aromatically sweet, pink and blue as
29:24–29:29a cuckoo's eye in the gladness of spring, I have cracked the pomegranate seeds, bright
29:29–29:34as pearls with blood, which lion's claws have torn from the frontal bones of elephants.
29:34–29:41I have torn at my will old my robelins, green as lotus leaves, and sweet as grapes.
29:41–29:43But what need of further words?
29:43–29:49For everything brought by the queens with their own blood, I have drunk my fill
29:49–29:53queens with their own hands turns to ambrosia.
29:53–29:58And the king, rebuking his talk, said, Let all this cease for a while, and do thou remove
29:58–29:59our curiosity.
30:00–30:05Tell us from the very beginning the whole history of thy birth-backslash, in what country, and how
30:05–30:12worked thou born, and by whom was thy name given? Who were thy father and mother? How came
30:12–30:18thine attainment of the Vedas, and thine acquaintance? With the castras, and thy skill in the fine arts.
30:19–30:24What caused thy remembrance of a former birth? Was it a special boon given thee?
30:24–30:31Or dost thou dwell in disguise, wearing the form only of a bird, and where dits thou formerly dwell?
30:31–30:37How old art thou, and how came this bondage of a cage, and the falling into the hands of a
30:37–30:42candala maiden, and thy coming hither? Thus respectfully questioned by the king,
30:42–30:47whose curiosity was kindled, by Campaena thought a moment, and reverently replied,
30:47–30:51Sire, the tale is long, but if it is thy pleasure, let it be heard.
30:51–30:58There is a forest, by name Vinnia, that embraces the shores of the eastern and western ocean,
30:58–31:02and decks the central region as though it were the earth's zone.
31:02–31:07It is beauteous with trees watered with the icor of wild elephants, and bearing on their
31:07–31:12crests masses of white blossom that rise to the sky and vie with the stars, in it the
31:12–31:17pepper trees, bitten by ospreys in their spring gladness, spread their boughs, tamala
31:17–31:21Cloth branches trampled by young elephants fill it with fragrance, shoots in hue like the
31:21–31:26wine-flushed cheeks of Malabaris, as though rosy it would lack from the feet of wandering
31:26–31:29wood-nymphs, overshadow it.
31:29–31:34Bowers there are, too, wet with drippings from peripierced pomegranates, bowers in
31:34–31:39which the ground is covered with torn fruit and leaves shaken down by restless monkeys
31:39–31:43from the cacola trees, or sprinkled with pollen from ever-falling blossoms, or strewn
31:43–31:50with couches of clove branches by travelers, or hemden by fine coconuts, katakis, cariras,
31:50–31:56and baculas, bowers so fair that with their Erica trees gird about with beetle vines,
31:56–31:59they make a fitting home for a woodland Lakshmi.
31:59–32:05Thickly growing illice make the wood dark and fragrant, as with the icor of wild elephants,
32:05–32:08hundreds of lions, who meet their death from barbaric leaders eager to seize the
32:08–32:13pearls of the elephant's frontal bones still clinging to their mouth and claws,
32:13–32:18therein, it is fearful as the haunt of death, like the citadel of Yama, and filled with
32:18–32:23the buffaloes dear to him, like an army ready for battle, it has bees resting on its arrow
32:23–32:29trees, as the points on arrows, and the roar of the lion is.
32:29–32:34Clear as the lion cry of onset, it has rhinoceros tusks dreadful as the dagger of Durga, and
32:34–32:39like her is adorned with red sandalwood, like the story of Karnasuda, it has its
32:39–32:44Vipula, Acala and Kakka in the wide mountains haunted by hares that lie near it, as the
32:44–32:49twilight of the last eve of an aeon has the frantic dance of Blue-necked Siva, so has
32:49–32:54it the dances of Blue-necked Peacocks and bursts into crimson, as the time of churning
32:54–33:00the ocean had the glory of CRI and the tree which grants all desires, and was surrounded
33:00–33:07by sweet drafts of verena, so is it adorned by CRI trees and verena two trees. It
33:07–33:12It is densely dark as the rainy season with clouds, and decked with pools and countless
33:12–33:18hundreds, like the moon, it is always the haunt of the bears, and is the home of the deer.
33:18–33:23Like a king's palace, it is adorned by the tales of cowry deer, and protected by troops
33:23–33:25of fierce elephants.
33:25–33:30Like Durga, it is strong of nature, and haunted by the lion.
33:30–33:35Like Sita, it has its kuka, and is held by the wanderer of night.
33:35–33:40Like a maiden in love, it wears the scent of sandal and musk, and is adorned with a
33:40–33:45thilica of bright aloes, like a lady in her lover's absence, it is fanned with the wind
33:45–33:50of many a bow, and possessed of madanna, like a child's neck, it is bright with rows
33:50–33:55of tiger's claws, and adorned with a rhinoceros, like a hall of revelry with its honeyed
33:55–34:01drafts, it has hundreds of beehives visible, and is strewn with flowers.
34:01–34:05In parts it has a circle of earth torn up by the tusks of large bores, like the end of
34:05–34:10the world when the circle of the earth was lifted up by the tusks of Mahavaraha.
34:10–34:15Here, like the city of Ravana, it is filled with lofty kala inhabited by restless monkeys.
34:15–34:21Here it is, like the scene of a recent wedding, bright with fresh kukka grass, fuel, flowers,
34:21–34:23acacia, and palaka.
34:23–34:27Here, it seems to bristle in terror at the lion's roar.
34:27–34:30Here, it is vocal with kukku's wild for joy.
34:30–34:36Here it is, as if in excitement, resonant with the sound of palms in the strong wind.
34:36–34:40Here, it drops its palm leaves like a widow giving up her earrings.
34:40–34:44Here, like a field of battle, it is filled with aero-ey reeds.
34:44–34:47Here, like Indra's body, it has a thousand netras.
34:47–34:51Here, like Vishnu's form, it has the darkness of Tamalas.
34:51–34:56Here, like the banner of Arjuna's chariot, it is blazoned with monkeys.
34:56–35:00Here, like the court of an earthly king, it is hard of access.
35:00–35:03तुब बमबूज, विशार-विमर्शक रेक।
35:03–35:04विशार-विमर्शक रेक।
35:04–35:06विशार-विमर्शक रेक।
35:06–35:09विशार-विमर्शक रेक।
35:09–35:11विशार-विमर्शक रेक।
35:11–35:13विशार-विमर्शक रेक।
35:13–35:15विशार-विमर्शक रेक।
35:15–35:17विशार-विमर्शक रेक।
35:17–35:23Though adorned with sapta-parna, it yet possesses leaves innumerable, though honored by ascetics,
35:23–35:28it is yet very savage, though in its season of blossom, it is yet most pure.
35:28–35:35In that forest there is a hermitage, feigned throughout the world backslash, a very birthplace
35:35–35:40of Dharma. It is adorned with trees tended by Lopamudra as her own children,
35:40–35:44fed with water sprinkled by her own hands, and trenched round by herself.
35:44–35:50She was the wife of the great ascetic Agistia, he it was who at the prayer of Indra drank
35:50–35:55up the waters of ocean, and who, when the Vinaya mountains, by a thousand wide peaks
35:55–36:00stretching to the sky in rivalry of Meru, were striving to stop the course of the sun's
36:00–36:05chariot, and were despising the prayers of all the gods, yet had his commands obeyed
36:05–36:10by them, who digested the demon Vatapi by his inward fire, who had the dust of his
36:10–36:14feet kissed by the tips of the gold ornaments on the crests of gods.
36:14–36:19and demons, who adorned the brow of the southern region, and who manifested his majesty by
36:19–36:24casting Nahusha down from heaven by the mere force of his murmur.
36:24–36:29The hermitage is also hallowed by Lopamudra's sundered hauseyu, an ascetic, bearing his
36:29–36:34staff of Palakka, wearing a sectarial mark made of purifying ashes, clothed in strips
36:34–36:39of cuckoo grass, girt with munga, holding a cup of green leaves in his roaming from
36:39–36:42hut to hut to ascombs.
36:42–36:47From the large supply of fuel he brought, he was surnamed by his father Fuelbearer.
36:47–36:52The place is also darkened in many a spot by green parrots and by plantain groves, and
36:52–36:57is girt by the river Godavari, which, like a dutiful wife, followed the path of the ocean
36:57–36:59when drunk by Agistia.
36:59–37:05There, too, Rama, when he gave up his kingdom to keep his father's promise, dwelt happily
37:05–37:11for some time at Pankavadi with Sita, following the great ascetic Agistia, living in a pleasant
37:11–37:17hut made by Lakshmana, even Rama, the vexer of the triumphs of ravenous glory. There,
37:17–37:23even now, the trees, though the hermitage has long been empty, show, as it were, in the
37:23–37:27lines of white doves softly nestling in the boughs, the hermit's pure lines of sacrificial
37:27–37:32smoke clinging to them, and their aglow bursts forth on the shoots of creepers, as if it
37:32–37:37had passed to them from Cida's hand as she offered flowers of ablation. There the
37:37–37:41The water of ocean drunk and sent forth by the ascetic seems to have been wholly distributed
37:41–37:45among the great lakes round the hermitage, there.
37:45–37:49The wood, with its fresh foliage, shines as if its roots have been watered with the blood
37:49–37:54of countless hosts of demons struck down by Rama's many keen shafts, and as if now
37:54–37:59its palakas were stained with their crimson hue, there, even yet, the old deer nurtured
37:59–38:04by Sita, when they hear the deep roar of fresh clouds in the rainy season, think
38:04–38:08on the twang of Rama's bow penetrating all the hollows of the universe, and refused their
38:08–38:13mouthfuls of fresh grass, while their eyes are dimmed by ceaseless.
38:13–38:19Tears, as they see a deserted world, and their own horns crumbling from age, there, too,
38:19–38:24the golden deer, as if it had been incited by the rest of the forest deer slain in
38:24–38:30the ceaseless chase, deceived Sita, and led the son of Raghu Pharistre, there, too,
38:30–38:35In their grief for the bitter loss of Sita, Rama and Lakshmana seized by Kabanda, like
38:35–38:40an eclipse of sun and moon heralding the death of Ravana, filled the universe with a mighty
38:40–38:44dread, there, too, the arm of Yajnabahu.
38:44–38:49Struck off by Rama's arrow, caused fear in the saints as it lay on the ground, lest
38:49–38:54it should be the serpent form of Nahusha, brought back by Agistya's curse, there,
38:54–38:58even now, foresters behold Sita painted inside the hut by her husband to solace
38:58–39:03his bereavement, as if she were again rising from the ground in her longing to see her husband's home.
39:04–39:10Not far from that hermitage of Agistia, of which the ancient history is yet clearly to be seen,
39:10–39:16is a lotus lake called Pampa. It stands near that hermitage, as if it were a second ocean made
39:16–39:21by the creator in rivalry with Agistia, at the prompting of Varna, wrathful at the drinking
39:21–39:26of ocean, it is like the sky fallen on earth to bind together the fragments of the eight quarters
39:26–39:33when severed in the day of doom. It is, indeed, a peerless home of waters, and its depth and
39:33–39:39extent none can tell. There, even now, the wanderer may see pairs of Kakravaka's, with
39:39–39:43their wings turned to blue by the gleam of the blossoming lotuses, as if they were
39:43–39:49swallowed up by the impersonate curse of Rama. On the left bank of that lake, and near
39:49–39:55a clump of palms broken by Rama's arrows, was a large old Kalmali tree. It shows
39:55–40:00as though it were enclosed in a large trench, because its roots are always encircled by
40:00–40:00a tree.
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40:30–40:35cover its whole trunk and stand out like the thick veins of old age.
40:35–40:38Thorns have gathered on its surface like the moles of old age.
40:38–40:43Not even the thick clouds by which its foliage is bedued can behold its top, when, after
40:43–40:48drinking the waters of ocean, they return from all sides to the sky, and pause for a
40:48–40:53moment, weary with their load of water, like birds amongst its boughs.
40:53–40:57From its great height, it seems to be on tiptoe to look at the glory of the Nindina
40:57–41:02its topmost branches are whitened by cotton, which men might mistake for foam
41:02–41:06dropped from the corners of their mouths by the sun's steeds as, beset with
41:06–41:10weariness of their path through the sky, they come near it in their coarse overhead.
41:10–41:15It has a root that will last for an aeon, for, with the garland of drunken bees
41:15–41:19sticking to the icor which clings to it where the cheeks of woodland elephants
41:19–41:24are rubbed. Against it, it seems to be held motionless by iron chains. It
41:24–41:30It seems alive with swarms of bees, flashing in and out of its hollow trunk.
41:30–41:35It beholds the alighting of the wings of birds, as Duryodhana receives proofs of Kikuni's
41:35–41:36partisanship.
41:36–41:41Like Krishna, it is encircled by a woodland chaplet, like a mass of fresh clouds its rising
41:41–41:43is seen in the sky.
41:43–41:48It is a temple whence woodland goddesses can look out upon the whole world.
41:48–41:52It is the king of the Dandaka wood, the leader of the lordly trees, the friend of
41:52–41:57of India mountains, and it seems to embrace with the arms of its boughs the whole Vindya
41:57–42:04forest. There, on the edge of the boughs, in the center of the crevices, amongst the twigs,
42:04–42:08in the joints of the trunks, in the holes of the rotten bark, flocks of parrots have
42:08–42:13taken their abode. From its spaciousness, they have confidently built in it their thousand
42:13–42:19nests, from its steepness, they have come to it fearlessly from every quarter. Though
42:19–42:23Though its leaves are thin with age, this lord of the forest still looks green with dense
42:23–42:27foliage, as they rest upon it day and night.
42:27–42:32In it they spend the nights in their own nests, and daily, as they rise, they form lines in
42:32–42:37the sky, they show in heaven like Yamuna with her wide stream scattered by the tossing of
42:37–42:42Bala's plowshare in his passion, they suggest a lotus bed of the heavenly Ganges flowing
42:42–42:47away, uprooted by the elephant of heaven, they show forth the sky-streaked, as it
42:47–42:52with the brightness of the steeds of the sun's chariot. They wear the semblance of a moving
42:52–42:58floor of emerald, they stretch out in the lake. Of heaven-like long twines of Valesniria,
42:58–43:03they fan the faces of the quarters wearied with the mass of the sun's keen rays, with
43:03–43:07their wings spread against the sky like plantain leaves, they form a grassy path stretching
43:07–43:12through the heaven, and as they roam they grace the firmament with a rainbow. After
43:12–43:17their meal they return to the young birds which stay in the nest, and give them,
43:17–43:21From beaks pink as tiger's claws reddened with the blood of slain deer, the juice of fruits
43:21–43:26and many a dainty morsel of rice clusters, for by their deep love to their children all
43:26–43:30their other likings are subdued, then they spend the night in this same tree with their
43:30–43:32young under their wings.
43:32–43:37Now my father, who by reason of his great age barely dragged on his life, dwelt with
43:37–43:42my mother in a certain old hollow, and to him I was, by the decree of fate, born
43:42–43:44as his only son.
43:44–43:47My mother, overcome by.
43:47–43:52The pains of childbirth when I was born, went to another world, and, in spite of his grief
43:52–43:58for the death of his loved wife, my father, from love to his child, checked the keen onrush
43:58–44:03of his sorrow, and devoted himself in his loneliness wholly to my nurture.
44:03–44:07From his great age, the wide wings he raised had lost their power of flight, and hung
44:07–44:11loose from his shoulders, so that when he shook them he seemed to be trying to shake
44:11–44:16off the painful old age that clung to his body, while his few remaining tail feathers
44:16–44:21were broken like a tatter of cuckoo grass, and yet, though he was unable to wander far,
44:21–44:26he gathered up bits of fruit torn down by parrots and fallen at the foot of the tree, and
44:26–44:31picked up grains of rice from rice stalks that had fallen from.
44:31–44:35Other nests, with a beak the point of which was broken and the edge worn away and rubbed
44:35–44:40by breaking rice clusters, and pink as the stalk of the cephalic of flower when still
44:40–44:44hard, and he daily made his own meal on what I left.
44:44–44:48But one day I heard a sound of the tumult of the chase.
44:48–44:53The moon, reddened by the glow of dawn, was descending to the shore of the western ocean,
44:53–44:57from the island of the heavenly Ganges, like an old hamster with its wings reddened by the
44:57–45:00the honey of the heavenly lotus bed, the circumvigated
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45:16–45:23blood, or pink as sticks of burning lac, the cluster of the seven sages was, as it were,
45:23–45:27descending the bank of the Manasa Lake, and rested on the northern quarter to worship the
45:27–45:32dawn, the western ocean was lifting a mass of pearls, scattered from open shells on
45:32–45:37its shore, as though the stars, melted by the sun's rays, had fallen on it, whitening
45:37–45:40the surface of its alluvial islands.
45:40–45:46The wood was dropping dew, its peacocks were awake, its lions were yawning, its wild elephants
45:46–45:51were wakened by herds of she-elephants, and it, with its boughs raised like reverential
45:51–45:56hands, sent up towards the sun, as he rested on the peak of the eastern mountain, a mass
45:56–46:00of flowers, the filaments of which were heavy with the night dews.
46:00–46:05The lines of sacrificial smoke from the hermitages, gray as the hair of an ass, were gleaming
46:05–46:10like banners of holiness, and rested like doves on the treetops whereon the woodnips
46:10–46:16dwelt. The morning breeze was blowing, and roamed softly, for it was weary at the end
46:16–46:21of night, it gladdened swarms of bees by the flowers' perfume, it rained showers of honey
46:21–46:26dew from the open lotuses, it was eager to teach the dancing creepers with their waving
46:26–46:31boughs, it carried drops of foam from the rumination of woodland buffaloes, it removed
46:31–46:35the perspiration of the weary mountaineers, it shook the lotuses, and bore with it
46:35–46:39the dewdrops. The bees, who ought to be the drums
46:39–46:44on the elephant's frontal bones to recite auspicious songs for the wakening of the day lotus groves,
46:44–46:49now send up their hum from the hearts of the night lotus's, as their wings were clogged
46:49–46:50in the closing petals.
46:50–46:54The deer of the wood had the markings on their breast, gray with resting on the salt
46:54–46:59ground, and slowly opened eyes, the pupils of which were still squinting with the remains
46:59–47:05of sleep, and were caught by the cool morning breeze as if their eyelashes were held
47:05–47:10together by heated lack, foresters were hastening hither and thither, the din of the callahamsas
47:10–47:15on the Pample Lake, sweet to the ear, was now beginning, the pleasant flapping of the wild
47:15–47:21elephants ears breaking forth caused the peacocks to dance, in time the sun himself slowly
47:21–47:25arose, and wandered among the treetops round the Pample Lake, and haunted the mountain
47:25–47:30peaks, with rays of matter, like a mass of cowries bending downwards from the sun's
47:30–47:34elephant as he plunges into the sky, though.
47:34–47:38Flash light sprung from the sun banished the stars, falling on the wood like the monkey
47:38–47:44king who had again lost Tara, the morning twilight became visible quickly, occupying the eighth
47:44–47:49part of the day, and the sun's light became clear.
47:49–47:53The troops of parrots had all started to the places they desired, that tree seemed
47:53–47:58empty by reason of the great stillness, though it had all the young parrots resting quietly
47:58–48:00in their nests.
48:00–48:05My father was still in his own nest, and I, as from my youth my wings were hardly fledged
48:05–48:10and had no strength, was close to him in the hollow, when I suddenly heard in that forest
48:10–48:12the sound of the tumult of the chase.
48:12–48:17It terrified every woodland creature, it was drawn out by a sound of birds wings flying
48:17–48:22hastily up, it was mingled with cries from the frightened young elephants, it was increased
48:22–48:27by the hum of drunken bees, disturbed on the shaken creepers, it was loud with the
48:27–48:32The noise of wild boars roaming with raised snouts, it was swollen by the roar of lions
48:32–48:37waken from their sleep in mountain caves, it seemed to shake the trees, and was great as
48:37–48:41the noise of the torrents of Ganges, when brought down by.
48:41–48:46Badgerotha, and the woodland nymphs listened to it in terror.
48:46–48:50When I heard this strange sound I began to tremble in my childishness, the cavity of
48:50–48:55my ear was almost broken, I shook for fear, and thinking that my father, who was
48:55–49:01close by, could help me, I crept within his wings, loosened as they were by age.
49:01–49:06Straightway I heard an outcry of, hence comes the scent of the lotus beds the leaders of
49:06–49:08the elephants have trampled.
49:08–49:12Hence the perfume of rushes the boars have chewed.
49:12–49:17Hence the keen fragrance of gummolibinum the young elephants have divided.
49:17–49:20Hence the rustling of dry leaves shaken down.
49:20–49:26Hence the dust of ant heaps that the horns of wild buffaloes have cleft like thunderbolts.
49:26–49:28Hence came a herd of deer.
49:28–49:31Hence a troop of wild elephants.
49:31–49:34Hence a band of wild boars.
49:34–49:37Hence a multitude of wild buffaloes.
49:37–49:41Hence the shriek of a circle of peacocks.
49:41–49:43Hence the murmur of partridges.
49:43–49:46Hence the cry of ospreys.
49:46–49:51the groan of elephants with their frontal bones torn by lion's claws.
49:51–49:55This is a boar's path stained with fresh mud.
49:55–50:00This a mass of foam from the rumination of deer, darkened by the juice of mouthfuls of grass.
50:00–50:02नादक आजि।
50:30–50:34earth crimson with the blood of the newly born offspring of the does, that is the path,
50:34–50:40like a widow's braid, darkened with the eye-core of the Lord of the herd wandering at his will.
50:40–50:44Follow this row of yak straight before us.
50:44–50:48Quickly occupy this part of the wood where the dung of the deer is dried.
50:48–50:50Climb the treetop.
50:50–50:53Look out in this direction.
50:53–50:55Listen to this sound.
50:55–50:57Take the bow.
50:57–50:59Stand in your places.
50:59–51:04slipped the hounds. The wood trembled at the tumult of the hosts of men intent on the chase
51:04–51:10shouting to each other and concealed in the hollows of the trees. Then that wood was soon
51:10–51:15shaken on all sides by the roar of lions struck by the cabaret's arrows, deepened by its
51:15–51:19echo rebounding from the hollows of the mountains, and strong as the sound of a drum newly
51:19–51:24oiled, by the roar from the throats of the elephants that led the herd, like the growl
51:24–51:30of thunder, and mixed with the ceaseless lashing of their trunks, as they came on alone, separated
51:30–51:35from the frightened herd, by the piteous cry of the deer, with their tremulous, terrified
51:35–51:41eyes, when they hound suddenly tore their limbs, by the yell of she-elephants lengthening
51:41–51:45in grief for the death of their lord and leader, as they wandered every way with ears
51:45–51:50raised ever pausing to listen to the din, bereft of their slain leaders and followed
51:50–51:55by their young, by the bellowing of Shirinoceroses seeking without stretch next their young,
51:55–52:00only born a few days before, and now lost in the panic, by the outcry of birds flying from the
52:00–52:07treetops, and wandering in. Confusion, by the tramp of herds of deer with all the haste of limbs
52:07–52:12made for speed, seeming to make the earthquake as it was struck simultaneously by their hurrying
52:12–52:18feet, by the twang of bows drawn to the ear, mingled, as they reigned their arrows, with the
52:18–52:23cry from the throats of the loving she-ospries, by the clash of swords with their blades whizzing
52:23–52:27against the wind and falling on the strong shoulders of buffaloes, and by the baying of
52:27–52:33the hounds which, as it was suddenly sent forth, penetrated all the recesses of the wood.
52:34–52:38When soon afterwards the noise of the chase was stilled and the wood had become quiet,
52:38–52:42like the ocean when its water was stilled by the ceasing of the churning,
52:42–52:47or like a mass of clouds silent after the rainy season, I felt less of fear and became
52:47–52:53curious, and so, moving a little from my father's embrace, I stood in the hollow, stretched out
52:53–52:59my neck, and with eyes that, from my childishness, were yet tremulous with fear. In my eagerness
52:59–53:04to see what this thing was, I cast my glance in that.
53:04–53:07Direction Before me I saw the cabra army come out from
53:07–53:12the wood like the stream of Nirmada tossed by Arjuna's thousand arms, like a wood of
53:12–53:16of tamalas stirred by the wind, like all the nights of the dark fortnight rolled into
53:16–53:21one, like a solid pillar of antimony shaken by an earthquake, like a grove of darkness
53:21–53:26disturbed by sunbeams, like the followers of death roaming, like the demon world that
53:26–53:31had burst open hell and risen up, like a crowd of evil deeds come together, like a
53:31–53:37caravan of curses of the many hermits dwelling in the Dandaka forest, like all the hosts
53:37–53:43Dashana and Kara struck by Rama as he reigned his ceaseless shafts, and they turned into demons
53:43–53:47for their hatred to him, like the whole confraternity of the Iron Age come together,
53:47–53:52like a band of buffaloes prepared for a plunge into the water, like a mass of black clouds
53:52–53:57broken by a blow from a lion's paw as he stands on the mountain peak, like a throng of
53:57–54:04meteors risen for the destruction of all form, it darkened the wood, it numbered many thousands,
54:04–54:08It inspired great dread, it was like a multitude of demons pretending disasters.
54:09–54:14And in the midst of that great host of cabras I beheld the cabra leader, Muthinga by name.
54:15–54:20He was yet an early youth, from his great hardness he seemed made of iron,
54:20–54:25he was like a clovia in another birth, from his growing beard, he was like a young royal
54:25–54:30elephant with its temples encircled by its first line of icor, he filled the wood with beauty
54:30–54:35that streamed from him somber as dark lotus's, like the waters of Yamuna, he had thick locks
54:35–54:40curled at the ends and hanging on his shoulders, like a lion with its mane stained by elephant's
54:40–54:47icor, his brow was broad, his nose was stern and aquiline, his left side shone reddened
54:47–54:51by the faint pink rays of a jeweled snake's hood that was made the ornament for one of
54:51–54:55his ears, like the glow of shoots that had clung to him from his resting on a leafy
54:55–55:00couch, he was perfumed with fragrant icor, bearing the scent of sep...
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55:16–55:20He was marked with lines of perspiration on his cheek rubbed by his hand, as if in the
55:20–55:25forest, being conquered by his strong arm, were timidly offering homage under the guise
55:25–55:30of its slender waving twigs, and he seemed to tinge space by his eye somewhat pink, as
55:30–55:35if it were bloodshot, and shedding a twilight of the night of doom for the deer.
55:35–55:39He had mighty arms reaching to his knees, as if the measure of an elephant's trunk
55:39–55:43had been taken in making them, and his.
55:43–55:48were rough with scars from keen weapons often used to make an offering of blood to Kali,
55:48–55:53the space round his eyes was bright and broad as the Vindhya mountain, and with the drops of dried
55:53–55:58deer's blood clinging on it, and the marking of drops of perspiration, as if they were adorned by
55:58–56:04large pearls from an elephant's frontal bone mixed with pinja fruit. His chest was scarred by
56:04–56:09constant and ceaseless fatigue, he was clad in a silk dress red with cochineal, and with his
56:09–56:14With strong legs he mocked a pair of elephants post-stained with elephants' icor, he seen
56:14–56:18from his causeless fierceness to have been marked on his dread brow by a frown that formed
56:18–56:23three banners, as if Durga, propitiated by his great devotion, had marked him with a
56:23–56:26trident to denote that he was her servant.
56:26–56:31He was accompanied by hounds of every color, which were his familiar friends, they showed
56:31–56:35their weariness by tongues that, dry as they were, seen by their natural pinkness
56:35–56:41to drip deer's blood, and which hung down far from tiredness, as their mouths were open
56:41–56:45they raised the corners of their lips and showed their flashing teeth clearly, like
56:45–56:50a lion's mane caught between the teeth, their throats were covered with strings of cowries,
56:50–56:54and they were hacked by blows from the large boar's tusks.
56:54–56:58Though but small, from their great strength they were like lion's cubs with their manes
56:58–57:03ungrown, they were skilled in initiating the dozen widowhood, with them came their
57:03–57:09wives, very large, like lionesses coming to beg an amnesty for the lions.
57:09–57:14He was surrounded by troops of cabras of all kinds, some had seized elephants tusks and
57:14–57:19the long hair of yaks, some had vessels for honey made of leaves closely bound, some,
57:19–57:24like lions, had hands filled with many a pearl from the frontal bones of elephants, some,
57:24–57:30like demons, had pieces of raw flesh, some, like goblins, were carrying the skins of
57:30–57:37lions, some like Jain ascetics, held peacocks' tails, some like children, wore crow's feathers,
57:37–57:44some represented Krishna's exploits by Beringa. Elephants tusks they had torn out, some like
57:44–57:51the days of the rainy season, had garments dark as clouds. He had his sword sheath, as a wood its
57:51–57:57rhinoceroses, like a fresh cloud, he held a bow bright as peacock's tails, like the demon Vaka,
57:57–58:03He possessed a pureless army, like Garuda, he had torn out the teeth of many large Nagas,
58:03–58:09he was hostile to peacocks, as Bhishma to Sikhandi, like a summer day, he always showed a thirst for
58:09–58:15deer, like a heavenly genius, he was impetuous in pride, as Vyasa followed Yajna Gandha,
58:15–58:20so did he follow the musk deer, like Katataka, he was dreadful in form, as though.
58:20–58:26Laksavuma were decked with Siva's moon, so as he adorned with the eyes and the peacock's
58:26–58:32tails, as the demon Hraniakassapu by Mahavaraha, so he had his breast torn by the teeth of
58:32–58:38a great boar, like an ambitious man, he had a train of captives around him, like a demon,
58:38–58:43he loved the hunters, like the gamut of song, he was closed in by Nishadas, like the trident
58:43–58:48of Durga, he was wet with the blood of buffaloes, though quite young, he had seen many lives
58:48–58:55pass, though he had many hounds, he lived on roots and fruits, though of Krishna's hue,
58:55–59:01he was not good to look on, though he wandered at will, his mountain fort was his only refuge,
59:01–59:05though he always lived at the foot of a lord of earth, he was unskilled in the service
59:05–59:11of a king. He was as the child of the Vindya mountains, the partial avatar of death, the
59:11–59:16born brother of wickedness, the essence of the Iron Age, horrible as he was, he yet
59:16–59:23inspired awe by reason of his natural greatness, and his form could not be surpassed. His name
59:23–59:30I afterwards learnt. In my mind was this thought, Ah, the life of these men is full of folly,
59:30–59:35and their career is blamed by the good. For their one religion is offering human flesh
59:35–59:41to Durga, their meat, meat, and so forth, is a meal loathed by the good, their exercise
59:41–59:46is the chase, their castra is the cry of the jackal, their teachers of good and evil
59:46–59:52are owls, their knowledge is skill in birds, their bosom friends are dogs, their kingdom
59:52–59:57is in deserted woods, their feast is a drinking bout, their friends are the bows that work
59:57–59:59their cruel deeds, and arrows, with their heads
1:00:00–1:00:04विश्मिर्ड, लिक स्नेक्स, विश्मिर्ड, आर देर।
1:00:04–1:00:09Helpers, their song is what draws unbewildered deer, their wives are the wives of others
1:00:09–1:00:14taken captive, their dwelling is with savage tigers, their worship of the gods is with the
1:00:14–1:00:16blood.
1:00:16–1:00:21Of beasts, their sacrifice with flesh, their livelihood by theft, the snake's hood is
1:00:21–1:00:25their ornament, their cosmetic elephants' eye-core, and the very wood wherein they
1:00:25–1:00:29may dwell is utterly destroyed root and branch.
1:00:29–1:00:34As I was thus thinking, the cabra leader, desiring to rest after his wandering through
1:00:34–1:00:39the forest, approached, and, laying his bow in the shade beneath that very cotton tree,
1:00:39–1:00:44sat down on a seat of twigs gathered hastily by his sweet.
1:00:44–1:00:48Another youthful cabra, coming down hastily, brought to him from the lake, when he had
1:00:48–1:00:54stirred its waters with his hand, some water aromatic with lotus pollen, and freshly plucked
1:00:54–1:00:56bright lotus fibers with their mud washed off.
1:00:56–1:01:01The water was like liquid lapis lazuli, or showed as if it were painted with a piece
1:01:01–1:01:05of sky fallen from the heat of the sun's rays in a day of doom, or had dropped from
1:01:05–1:01:11the moon's orb, or were a mass of melted pearl, or as if in its great purity it was frozen
1:01:11–1:01:16into ice, and could only be distinguished from it by touch.
1:01:16–1:01:21After drinking it, the cabra in turn devoured the lotus fibers, as Rahu does the moon's
1:01:21–1:01:27minutes, when he was rested he rose, and, followed by all his host, who had satisfied
1:01:27–1:01:31their thirst, he went slowly to his desired goal.
1:01:31–1:01:36But one old cabra from that barber's troupe had got no deer's flesh, and, with a demonic
1:01:36–1:01:41expression coming into his face in his desire for meat, he lingered a short time by that
1:01:41–1:01:42tree.
1:01:42–1:01:47As soon as the cabra leader had vanished, that old cabra, with eyes pink as drops of
1:01:47–1:01:53blood and terrible with their overhanging tawny brows, drank in, as it were, our lives, he
1:01:53–1:01:57seemed to reckon up the number in the parrot's nests like a falcon eager to taste birds'
1:01:57–1:02:02flesh, and looked up the tree from its foot, wishing to climb it.
1:02:02–1:02:05The parrot seemed to have drawn their last breath at that very moment in their terror
1:02:05–1:02:07at the sight of him.
1:02:07–1:02:10For what is hard for the pitiless?
1:02:10–1:02:15So he climbed the tree easily and without effort, as if by ladders, though it was
1:02:15–1:02:20as high as many palms, and the tops of its boughs swept the clouds and plucked the young
1:02:20–1:02:24parrots from among its boughs one by one, as if they were its fruit, for some were not
1:02:24–1:02:29yet strong for flight, some were only a few days old, and were pink with the down of their
1:02:29–1:02:34birth, so that they might almost be taken for cotton flowers, some, with their wings
1:02:34–1:02:39just sprouting, were like fresh lotus leaves, some were like them.
1:02:39–1:02:44A scleepy as fruit, some, with their beaks growing red, had the grace of lotus buds
1:02:44–1:02:49with their heads rising pink from slowly unfolding leaves, while some, under the guise of the
1:02:49–1:02:54ceaseless motion of their heads, seemed to try to forbid him, though they could not stop
1:02:54–1:02:58him, for he slew them and cast them on the ground.
1:02:58–1:03:03But my father, seeing on a sudden this great, destructive, remedyless, overwhelming calamity
1:03:03–1:03:08that had come on us, trembled doubly, and, with pupils quivering and wandering from fear
1:03:08–1:03:14of death, cast all round a glance that grief had made vacant and tears had dimmed,
1:03:14–1:03:19His palate was dry, and he could not help himself, but he covered me with his wing, though
1:03:19–1:03:24its joints were relaxed by fear, and bethought himself of what help could avail at such a
1:03:24–1:03:25moment.
1:03:25–1:03:31Swade wholly by love, bewildered how to save me, and puzzled what to do, he stood, holding
1:03:31–1:03:33me to his breast.
1:03:33–1:03:38That miscreant, however, wandering among the boughs, came to the entrance of the hollow,
1:03:38–1:03:43and stretched out his left arm, dreadful as the body of an old black snake, with
1:03:43–1:03:48its hand-readelent of the raw fat of many boars, and its forearm marked with wheels from ceaseless
1:03:48–1:03:53drawing of the bow-strings, like the wand of death, and though my father gave many a blow
1:03:53–1:03:58with his beak, and moaned piteously, that murderous wretch dragged him down and slew
1:03:58–1:03:59him.
1:03:59–1:04:05Me, however, he somehow did not notice, though I was within the wings, from my being small
1:04:05–1:04:09and curled into a ball from fear, and from my not having lived my faded life, but he
1:04:09–1:04:14run my father's neck and threw him dead upon the ground.
1:04:14–1:04:19Meanwhile I, with my neck between my father's feet, clinging quietly to his breast, fell
1:04:19–1:04:24with him, and, from I having some faded life yet to live, I found that I had fallen on
1:04:24–1:04:31a large mass of dry leaves, heaped together by the wind, so that my limbs were not broken.
1:04:31–1:04:36While the cabaret was getting down from the treetop, I left my father, like a heartless.
1:04:36–1:04:39Wretch, though I should have died with him.
1:04:39–1:04:44But from my extreme youth, I knew not the love that belongs to a later age, and was wholly
1:04:44–1:04:47swayed by the fear that dwells in us from birth.
1:04:47–1:04:51I could hardly be seen from the likeness of my color to the fallen leaves.
1:04:51–1:04:55I tottered along with the help of my wings, which were just beginning to grow, thinking
1:04:55–1:04:59that I had escaped from the jaws of death, and came to the foot of a very large tamala
1:04:59–1:05:00tree.
1:05:00–1:05:30विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्न
1:05:30–1:05:36Father. Then the cabra came down and gathered up the tiny parrot scattered on the ground,
1:05:36–1:05:41he bound them hastily in a basket of leaves with a coil of creepers, and going off with
1:05:41–1:05:46hasty steps by the path trodden by his leader, he made for that region.
1:05:46–1:05:50I meanwhile had begun to hope for life, but my heart was dried up with grief for my father's
1:05:50–1:05:56recent death, my body was in pain for my long fall, and I was possessed by a violent
1:05:56–1:06:00thirst, caused by fright, which tortured all my limbs.
1:06:00–1:06:05Then I thought, the villain has now gone some way, so I lifted my head a little and gazed
1:06:05–1:06:10around with eyes tremulous with fear, thinking even when a blade of grass moved that the
1:06:10–1:06:12wretch was coming back.
1:06:12–1:06:17I watched him go step by step, and then, leaving the root of the tamala tree, I made
1:06:17–1:06:20a great effort to creep near the water.
1:06:20–1:06:24My steps were feeble, because my wings were not yet grown, and again and again I
1:06:24–1:06:30fell on my face, I supported myself on one wing, I was weak with the weariness of creeping
1:06:30–1:06:35along the ground, and from my want of practice, after each step I always lifted my head and
1:06:35–1:06:41panted hard, and as I crept along I became gray with dust. Truly even in the hardest
1:06:41–1:06:47trials, I reflected, living creatures never become careless of life. Nothing in this
1:06:47–1:06:52world is dearer to all created beings than life, seeing that when my honored father,
1:06:52–1:06:59well-chosen name, is dead, I still live with senses unimpaired. Shame on me that I should
1:06:59–1:07:05be so pitiless, cruel, and ungrateful. For my life goes on shamefully in that the grief
1:07:05–1:07:13of my father's death is so easily born. I regard no kindness, truly my heart is vile. I have
1:07:13–1:07:18even forgotten how, when my mother died, my father restrained his bitter grief, and
1:07:18–1:07:23from the day of my birth, old as he was, reckoned lightly in his deep love the great toil of
1:07:23–1:07:28bringing me up with every care. And yet in a moment I have forgotten how I was watched
1:07:28–1:07:34over by him. Most vile is this breath of mine which goes not straightway forth to follow
1:07:34–1:07:40my father on his path, my father, that was so good to me. Surely there is none that
1:07:40–1:07:44thirst of life does not harden, if the longing for water can make me take trouble
1:07:44–1:07:50in my present plight. Methinks this idea of drinking water is purely hardness of heart,
1:07:50–1:07:55because I think lightly of the grief of my father's death. Even now the lake is still
1:07:55–1:07:59far off. For the cry of the Callaheimces, like the
1:07:59–1:08:05anklets of a water nymph, is still far away, the cranes' notes are yet dim, the scent
1:08:05–1:08:09of the lotus bed comes rarely through the space it creeps through, because the distance
1:08:09–1:08:13is great, noontide is hard to bear, for the sun is in the midst of heaven, and
1:08:13–1:08:20scatters with his rays of blazing heat, unceasing, like fiery dust, and makes my thirst worse,
1:08:20–1:08:25the earth with its hot thick dust is hard to tread, my limbs are unable to go even a little
1:08:25–1:08:32way, for they are weary with excessive thirst, I am not master of myself, my heart sinks,
1:08:32–1:08:34my eyes are darkened.
1:08:34–1:08:40Oh that pitiless fate would now bring that death which yet I desire not.
1:08:40–1:08:45Thus I thought, but a great ascetic named Jabali dwelt in a hermitage not far from the lake,
1:08:45–1:08:50and his son Harita, a youthful hermit, was coming down to the Lotus Lake.
1:08:50–1:08:51To Bath
1:08:51–1:08:56He, like the son of Brahma, had a mind purified with all knowledge.
1:08:56–1:09:01He was coming by the very path where I was with many holy youths of his own age, like
1:09:01–1:09:05a second son, his form was hard to see from its great brightness.
1:09:05–1:09:09He seemed to have dropped from the rising sun, and to have limbs fashioned from lightning
1:09:09–1:09:14and a shape painted with molten gold, he showed the beauty of a wood on fire, or of day with
1:09:14–1:09:19its early sunlight, by reason of the clear tawny splendor of his form flashing out, he
1:09:19–1:09:21had.
1:09:21–1:09:25Thick matted locks hanging on his shoulders read as heated iron, and pure with sprinkling
1:09:25–1:09:30for many a sacred pool, his top knot was bound as if he were Agni in the false guise
1:09:30–1:09:35of a young Brahmin in his desire to burn the Kandava wood, he carried a bright crystal
1:09:35–1:09:39rosary hanging from his right ear, like the anklets of the goddesses of the hermitage,
1:09:39–1:09:45and resembling the circle of Dharma's commandments, made to turn aside all earthly joys, he adorned
1:09:45–1:09:50his brow with a tripundraka mark in ashes, as if.
1:09:50–1:09:54With threefold truth, he laid his left hand on a crystal picture with its neck held ever
1:09:54–1:09:59upwards as if to look at the path to heaven, like a crane gazing upwards to the sky,
1:10:00–1:10:02विचार-विमर्च्डिंग आछि।
1:10:30–1:10:35a deer from the hermitage, still bearing the clay of the bathing place dug up by its horns,
1:10:35–1:10:40quite at home with the hermits, fed on mouthfuls of rice, and letting its eyes wander on all
1:10:40–1:10:44sides to the cuka grass flowers and creepers.
1:10:44–1:10:50Like a tree, he was covered with soft bark, like a mountain, he was surrounded by a girdle,
1:10:50–1:10:56like Rahu, he had often tasted soma, like a day lotus bed, he drank the sun's rays,
1:10:56–1:11:01Like a tree by the river's side, his tangled locks were pure with ceaseless washing, like
1:11:01–1:11:02a young elephant.
1:11:02–1:11:07His teeth were white as pieces of moon lotus petals, like drowning, he had Kripa ever
1:11:07–1:11:12with him, like the zodiac, he was adorned by having the hide of the dappled deer, like
1:11:12–1:11:16a summer day, he was free from darkness.
1:11:16–1:11:21Like the rainy season, he had a laid the blinding dust of passion, like Varana, he dwelt
1:11:21–1:11:26on the waters, like Krishna, he had banished the fear of hell, like the beginning of
1:11:26–1:11:31twilight, he had eyes tawny as the glow of dawn, like early morn, he was gilded with fresh
1:11:31–1:11:37sunlight, like the chariot of the sun, he was controlled in his course, like a good king,
1:11:37–1:11:42he brought to not the secret guiles of the foe, like the ocean, his temples were cavernous
1:11:42–1:11:49with meditation, like Badgeratha, he had often beheld the descent of Ganges, like a bee,
1:11:49–1:11:54he had often tasted life in a water and girt wood, though a woodsman, he yet entered
1:11:54–1:12:00a great home, though unrestrained, he longed for release, though intent on works of peace,
1:12:00–1:12:05he bore the rod, though asleep, he was yet awake, though with two well-placed eyes, he
1:12:05–1:12:12had his sinister eye abolished. Such was he who approached the lotus lake to bathe.
1:12:12–1:12:17Now the mind of the good is everworn to be compassionate and kind instinctively. Wherefore
1:12:17–1:12:22he, seeing my plight, was filled with pity, and said to another young ascetic standing
1:12:22–1:12:28this little half-fledged parrot has somehow fallen from the top of that tree or perhaps from a hawk's mouth.
1:12:29–1:12:34For owing to his long fall, he has hardly any life left, his eyes are closed,
1:12:34–1:12:40and he ever falls on his face and pants violently, and opens his beak, nor can he hold up his neck.
1:12:41–1:12:44Come, then, take him before his breath deserts him.
1:12:45–1:12:47Carry him to the water.
1:12:47–1:13:00So saying, he had me taken to the edge of the lake, and, coming there, he laid down his staff and picture near the water, and, taking me himself, just when I had given up all effort, he lifted up my head, and
1:13:00–1:13:13with his finger made me drink a few drops of water, and when I had been sprinkled with water and had gained fresh breath, he placed me in the cool witch shade of a fresh lotus leaf growing on the bank, and went through the wanted rites of bathing.
1:13:13–1:13:28After that, he purified himself by often holding his breath and murmuring the cleansing Agamarshana, and then he arose and, with a praised face, made an offering to the sun with freshly plucked red lotuses in a cup of lotus leaves.
1:13:28–1:13:46Having taken a pure white robe, so that he was like the glow of evening sunlight accompanied by the moon's radiance, he rubbed his hair with his hands till it shone, and, followed by the band of ascetic youths, with their hair yet wet from recent bathing, he took me and went slowly towards the penance grove.
1:13:46–1:13:54And after going but a short way, I beheld the penance grove, hidden in thick woods rich in flowers and fruit.
1:13:54–1:13:59Its precincts were filled by munis entering on all sides, followed by pupils murmuring
1:13:59–1:14:05the Vedas, and bearing fuel, cuckoo grass, flowers, and earth.
1:14:05–1:14:09There the sound of the filling of the pitchers was eagerly heard by the peacocks.
1:14:09–1:14:14There appeared, as it were, a bridge to heaven under the guise of smoke waving to exalt
1:14:14–1:14:18to the gods the muni race while yet in the body by fire satisfied with the ceaseless
1:14:18–1:14:20offering of ghee.
1:14:20–1:14:24All round were tanks with their waves traversed by lines of sunbeams stainless as though
1:14:24–1:14:29from contact with the hermits they rested upon, plunged into by the circle of the seven rishis
1:14:29–1:14:36who had come to see their penance, and, lifting by night an open moon-lotus bed, like a cluster
1:14:36–1:14:41of constellations descending to honor the rishis, the hermitage received homage from woodland creepers
1:14:41–1:14:46with their tops bent by the wind, and from trees with their ever-falling blossoms, and was worshiped
1:14:46–1:14:51by trees with the unjali of interlaced boughs, parched grain was scattered in the yards round
1:14:51–1:14:59the huts, and a fruit of the myrobilin, lovali, jujube, banana, bread tree, mango, canesa,
1:14:59–1:14:59and palm-pressed ar...
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1:15:30–1:15:33sacrifice was fanned by the tales of their friends the peacocks, the sweet scent of
1:15:33–1:15:38the ablation prepared with nectar, the fragrance of the half-cooked sacrificial cake was spread
1:15:38–1:15:43around, the crackling of flames in the offering of a stream of unbroken libations made the
1:15:43–1:15:49place resonant, a host of guests was waited upon, the pitries were honored, Vishnu,
1:15:49–1:15:52Siva, and Brahma were worshipped.
1:15:52–1:15:57The performance of Krata rites was taught, the science of sacrifice explained, the
1:15:57–1:16:02The castors of right conduct examined, good books of every kind recited, and the meaning
1:16:02–1:16:04of the castors pondered.
1:16:04–1:16:11Leafy huts were being begun, quartz smeared with paste, and the inside of the hut scrubbed.
1:16:11–1:16:16Meditation was being firmly grasped, mantras duly carried out, yoga practiced, and offerings
1:16:16–1:16:19made to woodland deities.
1:16:19–1:16:24Bramanical girdles of mungergrass were being made, bark garments washed, fuel brought,
1:16:24–1:16:30Peer skin's decked, grass gathered, lotus seed dried, rosary strung, and bamboo's laid
1:16:30–1:16:32in order for future need.
1:16:32–1:16:37Wandering aesthetics received hospitality, and pitchers were filled.
1:16:37–1:16:42Their defilement is found in the smoke of the ablations, not in evil conduct, redness
1:16:42–1:16:48of face and parrots, not in angry men, sharpness in blades of grass, not in dispositions,
1:16:48–1:16:54wavering in plantain leaves, not in mines, red eyes and cuckoos alone, clasping of
1:16:54–1:16:59necks with pitchers only, binding of girdles and vows, not in quarrels, pack chapada and
1:16:59–1:17:05cocks, not in scientific discussions, wandering and making the sunwise turn round the soma
1:17:05–1:17:09fire, but not error in the castras, mention of the Vasu's inn.
1:17:09–1:17:12LEGENDS, BUT.
1:17:12–1:17:18Not longing for wealth, counting of beads for Rudra, but no account made of the body,
1:17:18–1:17:22loss of locks by the saints in the practice of sacrifice, but not loss of their children
1:17:22–1:17:30by death, and as I looked on him I thought, ah, how great is the power of penance.
1:17:30–1:17:36His form, calm as it is, yet pure as molten gold, overpowers, like lightning, the brightness
1:17:36–1:17:39of the eye with its brilliance.
1:17:39–1:17:45Though ever tranquil, it inspires fear at first approach by its inherent majesty.
1:17:45–1:17:49The splendor of even those ascetics who have practiced but little asceticism is
1:17:49–1:17:55want to be easily provoked, like fire swiftly falling on dry reeds, coca grass, or flowers.
1:17:56–1:18:02How much more, then, that of holy men like these, whose feet are honored by the whole world, whose
1:18:02–1:18:07stains are worn away by penance, who look with divine insight on the whole earth as if it were a
1:18:07–1:18:13myroblan in a hand, and who purge away all sin. For even the mention of a great sage has its
1:18:13–1:18:18reward, much more than the sight of him.
1:18:18–1:18:21Happy is the hermitage where dwells this king of Brahmins.
1:18:21–1:18:28Nay, rather, happy is the whole world in being trodden by him who is the very Brahma of earth.
1:18:28–1:18:32Truly these sages enjoy the reward of their good deeds in that they attend him day and
1:18:32–1:18:37night with no other duty, hearing holy stories and ever fixing on him their steady gaze,
1:18:37–1:18:40as if he were another Brahma.
1:18:40–1:18:45He is Sarasvati, who, encircled by his shining teeth, and ever enjoying the nearness of
1:18:45–1:18:50his lotus mouth, dwells in his serene mind, with its unfathomable depths and its full
1:18:50–1:18:54stream of tenderness, like a hamsa on the Manasa Lake.
1:18:54–1:18:59The four Vedas, that have long dwelt in the four lotus mouths of Brahma, find here their
1:18:59–1:19:02best and most fitting home.
1:19:02–1:19:07All the sciences, which became turbid in the rainy season of the Iron Age, become
1:19:07–1:19:11pure when they reach Him, as rivers coming to autumn.
1:19:11–1:19:16Of a shurdi, holy Dharma, having taken up his abode here after quelling the riot of the
1:19:16–1:19:20Iron Age, no longer cares to recall the Golden Age.
1:19:20–1:19:25Heaven, seeing earth trodden by Him, no longer takes pride in being dwelt in by the seven
1:19:25–1:19:27rishis.
1:19:27–1:19:32How bold is old age, which fears not to fall on His thick matted locks, moon-beam
1:19:32–1:19:38pale as they are, and hard to gaze on as the rays of the sun of doom. For it falls on
1:19:38–1:19:45him as Ganges, white with flecks of foam, on Siva, or as an offering of milk on Agni.
1:19:45–1:19:49Even the sun's rays keep far from the penance grove, as if terrified by the greatness of
1:19:49–1:19:54the saint whose hermitage is darkened by the thick smoke of many in ablation. These
1:19:54–1:19:59These fires, too, for love of Him, receive ablations purified by hymns.
1:20:00–1:20:04तो विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
1:20:04–1:20:08विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
1:20:08–1:20:12विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
1:20:12–1:20:16विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
1:20:16–1:20:20विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
1:20:20–1:20:24विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
1:20:24–1:20:28विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
1:20:28–1:20:34In his support the world stands firm. He is the stream of sympathy, the bridge over the ocean of
1:20:34–1:20:39transient existence, and the home of the waters of patience, the axe for the glades of the creepers
1:20:39–1:20:45of desire, the ocean of the nectar of content, the guide in the path of perfection, the mountain
1:20:45–1:20:50behind which sets the planet of ill, the root of the tree of endurance, the nave of the wheel
1:20:50–1:20:55of wisdom, the staff of the banner of righteousness, the holy place for the descent of all knowledge,
1:20:55–1:21:01the submarine fire of the ocean of craving, the touchstone of the jewels of the castras,
1:21:01–1:21:06the consuming flame of the buds of passion, the charm against the snake of wrath,
1:21:06–1:21:11the sun to dispel the darkness of delusion, the binder of the bolts of hell's gates,
1:21:11–1:21:16the native home of noble deeds, the temple of propitious rites, the forbidden ground for the
1:21:16–1:21:21degradation of passion, the signpost to the paths of good, the birthplace of holiness,
1:21:21–1:21:27the felly of the wheel of effort, the abode of strength, the foe of the iron age, the treasury of
1:21:27–1:21:34penance, the friend of truth, the native soil of sincerity, the source of the heaping up of merit,
1:21:34–1:21:40the closed gate for envy, the foe of calamity. Truly he is one in whom disrespect can find no
1:21:40–1:21:48place, for he is a verse from pride, unclaimed by meanness, unenslaved by wrath and unattracted
1:21:48–1:21:50by pleasure.
1:21:50–1:21:56Purely by the grace of this holy man the hermitage is free from envy and calm from enmity.
1:21:56–1:21:59Great is the power of a noble soul.
1:21:59–1:22:04Here, ceasing their constant feud, the very animals are quiet and learn the joy of a
1:22:04–1:22:06hermitage life.
1:22:06–1:22:12For here a snake, weary by the sun, fearlessly enters, as if into fresh grass, into the
1:22:12–1:22:17peacock's tail, like an interwoven grove of open lotuses, with its hundred-beautyous
1:22:17–1:22:24eyes, changing in hue as the eyes of a deer. Here a young antelope, leaving his mother,
1:22:24–1:22:28makes friends with the lion cubs whose manes are not yet grown, and drinks at the bounteous
1:22:28–1:22:34breast of the lioness. Here a lion closes his eyes, and is pleased to have his moon-white
1:22:34–1:22:40mane pulled by the young elephants that mistake it for lotus fibers. Here the monkey tribe
1:22:40–1:22:45loses its capriciousness and brings fruit to the young munus after their bath. There
1:22:45–1:22:50Where the elephants, too, though excited, are tender-hearted, and do not drive away by their
1:22:50–1:22:55flapping the bees that dwell round their frontal bones, and stay motionless to drink their
1:22:55–1:22:56icor.
1:22:56–1:22:59But what need of more?
1:22:59–1:23:04There even the senseless trees, with roots and fruits, clad in bark, and adorned with
1:23:04–1:23:08outer garments of black antelope skin perpetually made for them by the upward creeping lines
1:23:08–1:23:13of sacrificial smoke, seem like fellow ascetics of this holy man.
1:23:13–1:23:18How much more, then, living beings, endowed with sense.
1:23:18–1:23:23And while I was thus thinking, Harita placed me somewhere in the shade of the Akoka tree,
1:23:23–1:23:28and embracing his father's feet and saluting him, sat down not far from him on a seat of
1:23:28–1:23:30Kukagrass.
1:23:30–1:23:35But the hermits, looking on me, asked him as he rested, whence was this little parrot
1:23:35–1:23:36brought?
1:23:36–1:23:41When I went hence to bathe, replied he, I found this little parrot fallen from its nest
1:23:41–1:23:46in a tree on the bank of the lotus lake, faint with the heat, lying in hot dust, and
1:23:46–1:23:50shaken by the fall, with little life left in him.
1:23:50–1:23:54And as I could not replace him in his nest, for that tree was too hard for an ascetic
1:23:54–1:23:57to climb, I brought him hither in pity.
1:23:57–1:24:03So, while his wings are not grown, and he cannot fly into the sky, let him live in
1:24:03–1:24:07the hollow of some hermitage tree, fed on the juice of fruits and on handfuls of
1:24:07–1:24:11rice brought to him by us and by the young hermits.
1:24:11–1:24:14it is the law of our order to protect the weak.
1:24:14–1:24:20But when his wings are grown, and he can fly into the sky, he shall go where he likes.
1:24:20–1:24:24Or perhaps, when he knows us well, he will stay here.
1:24:24–1:24:30The holy Jabali, hearing this and other remarks about me, with some curiosity bent his head
1:24:30–1:24:35slightly, and, with a very calm glance that seemed to purify me with holy waters, he
1:24:35–1:24:39gazed long upon me, and then, looking again and again as if he were beginning to
1:24:39–1:24:44recognize me," said, he is reaping the fruit of his own ill-conduct.
1:24:44–1:24:50For by the potency of penance the saint with divine insight beholds the past, present, and
1:24:50–1:24:55future, and sees the whole world as though placed on the palm of his hand.
1:24:55–1:24:57He knows past births.
1:24:57–1:24:58He tells things yet to come.
1:25:00–1:25:04He declares the length of days of beings within His sight.
1:25:04–1:25:08At these words the whole assemblage of hermits, aware of His power, became curious to know
1:25:08–1:25:14what was my crime, and why committed, and where, and who I was in a former birth, and implored
1:25:14–1:25:20the saint, saying, Vauchsaif, sir, to tell us of what kind of misconduct He is reaping
1:25:20–1:25:21the fruits.
1:25:21–1:25:26Who was He in a former birth, and how was He born in the form of a bird?
1:25:26–1:25:28How is He named?
1:25:28–1:25:34Do thou satisfy our curiosity, for thou art the fountainhead of all marvels.
1:25:34–1:25:39Thus urged by the assemblage, the great saint replied, The story of this wonder is very long,
1:25:39–1:25:44the day is almost spent, our bathing time is near, while the hour for worshiping the gods
1:25:44–1:25:46is passing.
1:25:46–1:25:51Arise, therefore, let each perform his duties as his meat.
1:25:51–1:25:56In the afternoon, after your meal of roots and fruits, when you are resting quietly,
1:25:56–1:26:01I will tell you the whole story from beginning to end backslash, who he is, what he did in
1:26:01–1:26:04another birth, and how he was born in this world.
1:26:04–1:26:08Meanwhile, let him be refreshed with food.
1:26:08–1:26:14He will certainly recall, as it were, the vision of a dream when I tell the whole story
1:26:14–1:26:16of his former birth.
1:26:16–1:26:22So saying, he arose, and with the hermits bathed and performed their other daily duties.
1:26:22–1:26:26The day was now drawing to a close.
1:26:26–1:26:30When the hermits rose from their bathing, and were offering a sacrifice, the sun and the
1:26:30–1:26:35sky seemed to bear upwards before our eyes the offering cast on the ground, with its
1:26:35–1:26:37omen of red sandalwood.
1:26:37–1:26:42Then his glow faded and vanished, the effluence of his glory was drunk by the ashmapas with
1:26:42–1:26:47faces raised and eyes fixed on his orb, as if they were ascetics, and he glided
1:26:47–1:26:51from the sky-pink as a dove's foot, drawing in his rays as though to avoid touching
1:26:51–1:26:54the seven rishis as they rose.
1:26:54–1:26:59His orb, with its network of crimson rays reflected on the western ocean, was like the lotus
1:26:59–1:27:05of Vishnu on his couch of waters pouring forth nectar, his beams, forsaking the sky and deserting
1:27:05–1:27:10the lotus groves, lingered at eve-like birds on the crest of hill and tree, the splashes
1:27:10–1:27:14of crimson light seemed for a moment to deck the trees with the red-bark garments
1:27:14–1:27:17hung up by the ascetics.
1:27:17–1:27:21And when the thousand-rayed sun had gone to rest, twilight sprang up like rosy
1:27:21–1:27:24coral from the western ocean.
1:27:24–1:27:28Then the hermitage became the home of quiet thought, as the pleasant sound of milking
1:27:28–1:27:33the sacred cows arose in one quarter, and the fresh cuckoo grass was scattered on the altar
1:27:33–1:27:37of Agni, and the rice and ablations to the goddesses of space were tossed hither and
1:27:37–1:27:40thither by the hermitage maidens.
1:27:40–1:27:44And red-starred eaves seemed to the hermits as the red-eyed cow of the hermitage roaming
1:27:44–1:27:47about, tawny in the fall of day.
1:27:47–1:27:52And when the sun had vanished, the lotus bed, in the grief of bereavement, seemed
1:27:52–1:27:56to perform a vow in the hopes of rejoining the Lord of Day, for she lifted the goblets
1:27:56–1:28:01of her buds and wore the fine white vesture of her hamses, and was girt with the sacrificial
1:28:01–1:28:07thread of white filaments, and bore a circle of bees as her rosary.
1:28:07–1:28:11And the starry host leapt up and filled the sky, like a splash of spray when the sun
1:28:11–1:28:16fell into the western ocean, and for a brief space the starbe-spangled sky shone as though
1:28:16–1:28:20inlaid with flowers offered by the daughters of the Sid does in honor of twilight,
1:28:20–1:28:25But in a moment the whole glory of the gloaming vanished as though washed away by the libations
1:28:25–1:28:31which the hermits, with faces appraised, cast towards the sky, and at its departure, night,
1:28:31–1:28:35as sorrowing for its loss, wore a deeper darkness.
1:28:35–1:28:40Like a black antelope skin backslash, a blackness which darkened all save the hearts of the
1:28:40–1:28:42hermits.
1:28:42–1:28:47Learning that the sun had gone to rest, the Lord of rays ambrosial, in pure severity
1:28:47–1:28:51of light, hurrayed in the whiteness of clear gossamer, dwelling in the palace of his wives
1:28:51–1:28:56with Tara, mounted the sky which, in that it was outlined with the darkness of tamala
1:28:56–1:29:03trees, presided over by the circle of seven rishis, purified by the wanderings of Arundhati,
1:29:03–1:29:08surrounded by Ashada, showing its mula with its soft-eyed white deer, was a very hermitage
1:29:08–1:29:10of heaven.
1:29:10–1:29:15White as a hamsa, moonlight fell on the earth, filling the seas, falling, as Ganges
1:29:15–1:29:19from the head of Siva, from the sky which was decked with the moon, and inlaid with the
1:29:19–1:29:22shattered potchards of the stars.
1:29:22–1:29:27And in the moon lake, white as an opening lotus, was seen the motionless deer, which
1:29:27–1:29:32went down in eagerness to drink the water of the moonbeams, and was caught, as it were,
1:29:32–1:29:34in the mud of ambrosia.
1:29:34–1:29:39The lakes of the night lotus were fondly visited by the moonbeams, like Hamsis, falling
1:29:39–1:29:44on the ocean white as cinduva of flowers in their fresh purity after the rains.
1:29:44–1:29:48At that moment the globe of the moon lost all the glow of its rising, like the frontal
1:29:48–1:29:53bone of the elephant Eravada when its red lead is washed away by plunging into the heavenly
1:29:53–1:29:58stream, and his highness the cold shatter had gradually risen high in the sky, and by
1:29:58–1:29:59his light had whitened the earth as
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1:30:04–1:30:07विशार-विमर्शक विशार-विमर्शक विशार-विमर्शक विशार-विमर्शक
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1:30:10–1:30:18dear, who, with eyes, weighed down by the approach of sleep, and eyelashes clinging together.
1:30:18–1:30:23Were beginning to ruminate and rest in quiet. Only half a watch of the night was spent, when
1:30:23–1:30:28Harida took me after my meal and went with the other holy hermits to his father, who,
1:30:28–1:30:33in a moonlit spot of the hermitage, was sitting on a bamboo stool, gently fanned by a pupil
1:30:33–1:30:39named Jalapata, who held a fan of antelope skin white as derba grass, and he spake,
1:30:39–1:30:44saying, Father, the whole assemblage of hermits is in a circle round thee, with hearts eager
1:30:44–1:30:51to hear this wonder. The little bird, too, has rested. Tell us, therefore, what he has
1:30:51–1:30:57done, who was he, and who will he be in another birth? Thus addressed, the great saint, looking
1:30:57–1:31:02at me, and seeing the hermits before him intently listening, slowly spake, let the
1:31:02–1:31:08tale be told, if he cared to hear it. There is a city named Ajayani, the proudest gem
1:31:08–1:31:15of earth, the very home of the golden age, created by Mahakala, creator, preserver, and destroyer
1:31:15–1:31:20of the three worlds, and lord of Pramthas, as a habitation meat for himself, as it were
1:31:20–1:31:26a second earth. There the sun is daily seen paying homage to Mahakala, for his steeds
1:31:26–1:31:30veil their heads at the charm of the sweet chant of the women singing in concert in the
1:31:30–1:31:36lofty white palace, and his pen and troops before him. Their darkness never falls, and
1:31:36–1:31:41And the nights bring no separation to the pairs of Kakravakas, nor need they any lamps, for
1:31:41–1:31:46they pass golden as with morning sunshine, from the bright jewels of women, as though
1:31:46–1:31:49the world were on fire with the flame of love.
1:31:49–1:31:54There the only unending life is in jeweled lamps, the only wavering in pearl necklaces,
1:31:54–1:32:00the only variations in the sound of drum and song, the only disunion of pairs in Kakravakas,
1:32:00–1:32:05the only testing of color in gold pieces, the only unsteadiness in banners, the only
1:32:05–1:32:10hatred of the sun in night lotuses, the only concealment of metal in the sheathing of the
1:32:10–1:32:16sword. Why should I say more? For he whose bright feet are kissed by the rays of the jeweled
1:32:16–1:32:21crests of gods and demons, who hath the river of heaven wandering lost in his lox tawny
1:32:21–1:32:25with a wreath of flame for the burning of the world, he the foe of Anhaka, he the
1:32:25–1:32:31holy one, he who hath given up his love for his home on Kailasa, even he whose name
1:32:31–1:32:36is Mahakala had there made a habitation for himself. And in this city was a king named
1:32:36–1:32:44Charapada. He was like unto the great kings Nala, Nahusha, Yeyari, Dunhumra, Bharata, Bajaratha,
1:32:44–1:32:49and Dakaratha. By the might of his arm he conquered the whole world, he reaped the fruits of
1:32:49–1:32:55the three powers, wise and resolute, with an intellect unwirried in political science,
1:32:55–1:33:01In a deep study of the law books, he made in light and glory a third with the sun and moon.
1:33:01–1:33:06His form was purified by many a sacrifice, by him the calamities of the whole world were
1:33:06–1:33:11set at rest, to him Lakshmi openly clung, deserting her lotus woods and despising the
1:33:11–1:33:16happiness of her home in the breast of Narayana, she the lotus handed, whoever joys in the
1:33:16–1:33:18contest of heroes.
1:33:18–1:33:23He was the source of truth, ever honored by the race of saints, as the foot of Vishnu
1:33:23–1:33:29was of the stream of the heavenly Ganges. From him arose glory, as from the ocean of
1:33:29–1:33:36the moon, for his brightness, free from heat, consumed his foes, constant, ever-roamed,
1:33:36–1:33:40stainless, darkened the brightness of the lotus-faced widows of his foes, white, made
1:33:40–1:33:46all things gay. He was the incarnation of justice, the very representative of Vishnu
1:33:46–1:33:51and the destroyer of all the sorrows of his people. When he approached the throne that
1:33:51–1:33:56blossomed with the rays of many gems and was hung with clusters of pearls, like the elephant
1:33:56–1:34:01of space approaching the tree of desire, all the wide quarters of space, like creepers weighed
1:34:01–1:34:09down by bees, bowed down before His Majesty, and of Him, I think, even Indra was envious.
1:34:09–1:34:14From Him, too, proceeded a host of virtues, like a flock of hamsas from Mount Cronka,
1:34:14–1:34:19brightening the earth's surface, and gladdening the hearts of all mankind.
1:34:19–1:34:24His fame wandered, so that the world echoed with it throughout the ten regions, making
1:34:24–1:34:29fair the world of gods and demons, like a streak of foam of the stream of milk tossed by Mandara
1:34:29–1:34:31Ambrosial.
1:34:31–1:34:33Sweet!
1:34:33–1:34:38His royal glory never for a moment laid aside the shade of her umbrella, as though scorched
1:34:38–1:34:41by the heat of a splendor hard to bear.
1:34:41–1:34:45His achievements were heard by the people like News of Good Fortune, were received
1:34:45–1:34:50like the teaching of a guru, were valued like a good omen, were murmured like a hymn, and
1:34:50–1:34:53were remembered like a sacred text.
1:34:53–1:34:57And while he was king, though the flight of the mountains was stayed, the flight of thought
1:34:57–1:35:00was free, suffixes alone were depend-
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1:35:04–1:35:08नाटक विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
1:35:08–1:35:12नाटक विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
1:35:12–1:35:16नाटक विमर्शक रेक।
1:35:16–1:35:20नाटक विमर्शक रेक।
1:35:20–1:35:24नाटक विमर्शक रेक।
1:35:24–1:35:28नाटक विमर्शक रेक।
1:35:28–1:35:32entrance entered the pail, but none pail before the water ordeal, the only sharpness was in
1:35:32–1:35:37the edge of the sword, the only endurance of the flame was by aesthetics, the only passing
1:35:37–1:35:43the balance was by the stars, the only clearing of baneful waters was in the rising of Agustia,
1:35:43–1:35:48the only cutting short was of hair and nails, the only stained garb was of the sky on stormy
1:35:48–1:35:53days, the only laying bear was of gems, and not of secret.
1:35:53–1:35:57councils, the only mysteries were those of religion.
1:35:57–1:36:01None ceased to behold the light save slaughtered Tarkai in the praises of Kamara.
1:36:01–1:36:03None dreaded eclipse save the sun.
1:36:03–1:36:06None passed over the firstborn save the moon.
1:36:06–1:36:09None heard of the disobedient save in the Mahabharata.
1:36:09–1:36:12None grasped the rod save in the decline of life.
1:36:12–1:36:15None clung to a sinister object save the sword sheath.
1:36:15–1:36:19No stream of liberality was interrupted save the elephant's eye-core.
1:36:19–1:36:23No squares were deserted save those on the dice board.
1:36:23–1:36:28That king had a minister, by name Kokanasa, a Brahmin, whose intelligence was fixed on
1:36:28–1:36:33all the affairs of the kingdom, whose mind had plunged deeply into the arts and castras,
1:36:33–1:36:38and whose strong affection for the king had grown up in him from childhood.
1:36:38–1:36:43Skilled in the precepts of political science, pilot of the world's government, unshaken
1:36:43–1:36:47and resolved by the greatest difficulties, he was the castle of Constancy, the station
1:36:47–1:36:53of steadfastness, the bridge of bright truth, the guide to all goodness, the conductor
1:36:53–1:36:59in conduct, the ordainer of all ordered life. Like the serpent Sessha, enduring the weight
1:36:59–1:37:05of the world, like the ocean, full of life, like Jarissanda, shaping war and peace, like
1:37:05–1:37:11Siva, at home with Durga, like Yudhishthira, a dayspring of Dharma, he knew all the
1:37:11–1:37:16Vedas and Vedangas, and was the essence of the kingdom's prosperity. He was like
1:37:16–1:37:22Brihaspati to Sunasaira, like Kukrit to Vrishaparvan, like Vesishta to Dakaratha,
1:37:22–1:37:28like Vikvamitra to Rama, like Damya to Ajitakattru, like Damanaka to Nala.
1:37:28–1:37:33He, by the force of his knowledge, thought that Lakshmi was not hard to win, resting though
1:37:33–1:37:37she were on the breast of Narayana, terrible with the scars of the weapons of the demons
1:37:37–1:37:42of hell, and a strong shoulder hardened by the pitiless pressure of Mount Mandara as it
1:37:42–1:37:44moved to and fro.
1:37:44–1:37:49Near him knowledge spread wide, thick with many a tendril, and showed the fruits gained
1:37:49–1:37:52from conquered realms like a creeper near a tree.
1:37:52–1:37:57To him throughout the earth's surface, measured by the circumference of the four oceans, and
1:37:57–1:38:01filled with the goings to and fro of many thousands of spies, every whisper of the
1:38:01–1:38:05kings was known as though uttered in his own palace.
1:38:05–1:38:10Now, Tirapida while yet a child had conquered the whole earth ringed by the seven vipas
1:38:10–1:38:14by the might of his arm, thick as the trunk of Indra's elephant, and he devolved the
1:38:14–1:38:19weight of the empire on that counselor named Kokonasa, and having made his subjects perfectly
1:38:19–1:38:24contented, he searched for anything else that remained to be done.
1:38:24–1:38:28And as he had crushed his enemies and had lost all cause for fear, and as the strain of
1:38:28–1:38:33the world's affairs had become a little relaxed, for the most part he began to pursue the
1:38:33–1:38:36ordinary pleasures of youth.
1:38:36–1:38:40And some time passed while the king pursued the pleasures of youth, and entrusted the
1:38:40–1:38:44affairs of state to his minister, and after a time he came to the end of all the other
1:38:44–1:38:49pleasures of life, and the only one he did not get was the sight of a son born to him,
1:38:49–1:38:54so that his zenana was like reeds showing only flowers without fruit, and as youth went by
1:38:54–1:38:59there arose in him a regret produced by childlessness, and his mind was turned away from the desire
1:38:59–1:39:03of the pleasures of sense, and he felt himself.
1:39:03–1:39:09Alone, though surrounded by a thousand princes, blind, though possessed of sight, without
1:39:09–1:39:15those supporting the world. But the fairest ornament of this king was his queen Vila Savati,
1:39:15–1:39:21as the moons digit to the braided hair of Siva, as the splendor of the Kautsdaba gem to the breast
1:39:21–1:39:26of the foe of Qaidaba, as the woodland garland to Borama, as the shore to the ocean, as the creeper
1:39:26–1:39:31to the tree, as the outburst of flowers to the spring, as the moonlight to the moon,
1:39:31–1:39:37as the lotus bed to the lake, as the array of stars to the sky, as the circling of hamsas
1:39:37–1:39:41to Lake Manasseh, as the line of sandalwoods to mount.
1:39:41–1:39:46Malaya, as the jeweled crest to Sesha, so was she to her lord, she reigned peerless in
1:39:46–1:39:51the Zenana, and created wonder in the three worlds, as though she were the very source
1:39:51–1:39:53of all womanly grace.
1:39:53–1:39:59And it chanced once that, going to her dwelling, he beheld her seated on a stately couch,
1:39:59–1:40:00weeping bitterly.
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1:40:02–1:40:04विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
1:40:04–1:40:06विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
1:40:06–1:40:08विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
1:40:08–1:40:10विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
1:40:10–1:40:12विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
1:40:12–1:40:14विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
1:40:14–1:40:16विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
1:40:16–1:40:23her ornaments were laid aside, her lotus face rested on her left hand, and her tresses were unbound and in disorder.
1:40:23–1:40:31As she arose to welcome him, the king placed her on the couch again, and sitting there himself, ignorant of the cause of her weeping,
1:40:31–1:40:36and in great alarm, wiped away with his hand the tears from her cheeks, saying,
1:40:36–1:40:42My queen, what means this weeping, voiceless and low with the weight of the heavy sorrow concealed in my heart?
1:40:42–1:40:48For these eyelashes of thine are stringing, as it were, a network of pearls of dropping tears.
1:40:48–1:40:53Why, slender one, art thou unadorned?
1:40:53–1:40:57And why has not the stream of lack fallen on thy feet like early sunlight on rosy lotus
1:40:57–1:40:59buds?
1:40:59–1:41:03And why are thy jeweled anklets, with their murmur like teals on the lake of love, not
1:41:03–1:41:07grazed with the touch of thy lotus feet?
1:41:07–1:41:12And why is this waste of thine bereft of the music of the girdle thou hast laid aside?
1:41:12–1:41:16And why is there no device painted on thy breast like the deer on the moon?
1:41:16–1:41:21And why is that slender neck of thine, fair-lint queen, not adorned with a rope of pearls
1:41:21–1:41:25as the crescent on Siva's brow by the heavenly stream?
1:41:25–1:41:31And why dost thou, burst so gay, wherein vain a face whose adornment is washed away with
1:41:31–1:41:33flowing tears?
1:41:33–1:41:38And why is this hand, with its petal-like cluster of soft fingers, exalted into an ear-jewel,
1:41:38–1:41:41as though it were a rosy lotus?
1:41:41–1:41:46And why, forward lady, dost thou raise thy straight brow undecked with the mark of yellow
1:41:46–1:41:51pigment, and surrounded by the mass of thine unbound tresses?
1:41:51–1:41:56For these flowing locks of thine, bereft of flowers, grieve my eyes, like the loss of
1:41:56–1:42:01the moon in the dark fortnight, clouded in masses of thickest gloom.
1:42:01–1:42:06Be kind, and tell me, my queen, the cause of thy grief.
1:42:06–1:42:10For this storm of sighs with which the robe on thy breast is quivering bows my loving heart
1:42:10–1:42:12like a ruddy tendril.
1:42:12–1:42:17Has any wrong been done by me, or by any in thy service?
1:42:17–1:42:23Closely as I examine myself, I can truly see no failure of mine towards thee.
1:42:23–1:42:26For my life and my kingdom are holy thine.
1:42:26–1:42:30Let the cause of thy woe, fair queen, be told.
1:42:30–1:42:36But Vila Savati, thus addressed, made no reply, and turning to her attendance, he asked the
1:42:36–1:42:39cause of her exceeding grief.
1:42:39–1:42:44Then her beetle nut bearer, M'caraca, who was always near her, said to the king, My
1:42:44–1:42:49Lord, how could any fault, however slight, be committed by thee?
1:42:49–1:42:56And how in thy presence could any of thy followers, or anyone else, offend?
1:42:56–1:43:00The sorrow of the queen is that her union with the king is fruitless, as though she were
1:43:00–1:43:05seized by Rahu, and for a long time she has been suffering.
1:43:05–1:43:09For at first our lady was like one in heavy grief, was only occupied with difficulty
1:43:09–1:43:14by the persuasion of her attendance in the ordinary duties of the day, however fitting
1:43:14–1:43:19they might be, such as sleeping, bathing, eating, putting on of ornaments, and the like,
1:43:19–1:43:25and like a Lakshmi of the lower world, ceaselessly up-braided divine love.
1:43:25–1:43:29But in her longing to take away the grief of my Lord's heart, she did not show her sad
1:43:29–1:43:30change.
1:43:30–1:43:37Now, however, as it was the fourteenth day of the month, she went to worship Holy Mahakala,
1:43:37–1:43:42and heard in a recitation of the Mahabharata, no brighter bodes await the childless, for a
1:43:42–1:43:47sun is he who delivers from the sunless shades, and when she heard this, she returned to
1:43:47–1:43:52her palace, and now, though reverently entreated there too by her attendance, she takes no
1:43:52–1:43:57pleasure in food, nor does she busy herself in putting on her jewels, nor does she vouch
1:43:57–1:44:04safe to answer us, she only weeps, and her face is clouded with a storm of ever-flowing
1:44:04–1:44:05tears.
1:44:05–1:44:09My Lord has heard, and must judge.
1:44:09–1:44:16So saying, she ceased, and, with a long and passionate sigh, the king spoke thus, my queen,
1:44:16–1:44:19what can be done in a matter decreed by fate?
1:44:19–1:44:22Enough of this weeping beyond measure.
1:44:22–1:44:26For it is not on us that the gods are wont to bestow their favors.
1:44:26–1:44:31In truth, our heart is not destined to hold the bliss of that imbrosial draft, the embrace
1:44:31–1:44:34of a child of our own.
1:44:34–1:44:39In a former life no glorious deed was done, for a deed done in a former life brings forth
1:44:39–1:44:44fruit in man's life on earth, even the wisest man cannot change destiny.
1:44:44–1:44:48Let all be done that may be done in this mortal life.
1:44:48–1:44:53Do more honor to the gurus, redouble thy worship of the gods, let thy good works be seen in
1:44:53–1:44:58thy reverence to the rishis, for the rishis are a powerful deity, and if we serve them
1:44:58–1:45:00with all our might, they will be
1:45:00–1:45:30विश्विव भून्ज देखाविश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्
1:45:30–1:45:38And many other royal sages, having conciliated ascetics, have enjoyed the happiness of tasting the ambrosia of the sight of a son.
1:45:38–1:45:43For the honor paid to saints is never without its reward, double quotes.
1:45:43–1:45:51And for me, when shall I behold my queen ready to bear a child, pale as the fourteenth night when the rising of the full moon is at hand,
1:45:51–1:45:59and when will her attendants, hardly able to bear the joy of the great festival of the birth of my son, carry the full basket of gifts?
1:45:59–1:46:04When will my queen gladden me wearing yellow robes, and holding a sun in her arms, like
1:46:04–1:46:08the sky with the newly risen sun and the early sunlight?
1:46:08–1:46:12And when will a sun give me joy of heart, with his curly hair yellow with many a plant,
1:46:12–1:46:17a few ashes mixed with mustard seed on his palate, which has a drop of GHI on it as
1:46:17–1:46:22a talisman, and a thread bright with yellow dye round his neck, as he lies on his back
1:46:22–1:46:25in smiles with a little toothless mouth?
1:46:25–1:46:29When will this baby destroy all the darkness of?
1:46:29–1:46:34Sorrow in my eyes like an auspicious lamp welcomed by all the people, handed from one to another
1:46:34–1:46:40by the Zenana attendants, shining tawny with yellow dye, and when will he adorn the courtyard,
1:46:40–1:46:45as he toddles round it, followed by my heart in my eyes, and gray with the dust of the
1:46:45–1:46:49court, and when will he walk from one place to another and the power of motion be formed
1:46:49–1:46:54in his knees, so that, like a young lion, he may try to catch the young tame deer
1:46:54–1:46:57screen behind the crystal walls.
1:46:57–1:47:02And when, running about it will in the courtyard, will he run after the tame geese, accompanied
1:47:02–1:47:07by the tinkling of the anklets of the Zenana, and weary his nurse, who will hasten after
1:47:07–1:47:12him, following the sound of the bells of his golden girdle, and when will he imitate
1:47:12–1:47:17the antics of a wild elephant, and have his cheeks adorned with a line of icor painted
1:47:17–1:47:22in black aloe, full of joy at the sound of the bell held in his mouth, gray with the
1:47:22–1:47:26dust of sandalwood scattered by his uplifted hand, shaking his head at the beckoning
1:47:26–1:47:30of the hooked finger, and when will he disguise the faces of the old chamberlands with the
1:47:30–1:47:36juice of handfuls of lack left after being used to color his mother's feet, and when,
1:47:36–1:47:38with eyes restless in.
1:47:38–1:47:43Curiosity, will he bend his glance on the inlaid floors, and with tottering steps pursue
1:47:43–1:47:47his own shadow, and when will he creep about during the audience in front of me as I
1:47:47–1:47:51stand in my audience hall, with his eyes wandering bewildered by the rays of the
1:47:51–1:47:57gems, and have his coming welcomed by the outstretched arms of a thousand kings.
1:47:57–1:48:01Thinking on a hundred such desires, I pass my nights in suffering.
1:48:01–1:48:07Me, too, the grief arising from our want of children burns like a fire day and night.
1:48:07–1:48:12The world seems empty, I look on my kingdom as without fruit.
1:48:12–1:48:16But what can I do towards Brahma, from whom there is no appeal?
1:48:16–1:48:21Therefore, my queen, cease thy continual grief.
1:48:21–1:48:24Let thy heart be devoted to endurance and to duty.
1:48:24–1:48:30For increase of blessings is ever nigh at hand for those who set their thoughts on duty.
1:48:30–1:48:35Thus saying, with a hand like a fresh tendril, he took water and wiped her tear-stained face,
1:48:35–1:48:39which showed as an opening lotus, and having comforted her again and again with many a
1:48:39–1:48:44speech-suite with a hundred endearments, skilled to drive away grief, and full of
1:48:44–1:48:47instruction about duty, he at last left her.
1:48:47–1:48:52And when he was gone, Vila Savadi's sorrow was a little soothed, and she went about
1:48:52–1:48:57her usual daily duties, such as putting on of her adornments.
1:48:57–1:49:01And from that time forth she was more and more devoted to propitiating the gods, honoring
1:49:01–1:49:06Brahmins, and paying reverence to all holy persons, whatever recommendation she heard
1:49:06–1:49:12from any source she practiced in her longing for a child, nor did she count the fatigue,
1:49:12–1:49:17however great, she slept within the temples of Durga, dark with smoke of delium ceaselessly
1:49:17–1:49:22burnt, on a bed of clubs covered with green grass, fasting, her pure form clothed in
1:49:22–1:49:26white raiment, she bathed under cows in dude-with.
1:49:26–1:49:31Auspicious marks, adorned for the occasion by the wives of the old cowherds in the herd
1:49:31–1:49:36stations, with golden pictures laden with all sorts of jewels, decorated with branches
1:49:36–1:49:41of the people, decked with diverse fruits and flowers and filled with holy water, every
1:49:41–1:49:46day she would rise and give to Brahmins golden mustard leaves adorned with every jam,
1:49:46–1:49:50He stood in the midst of a circle drawn by the king himself, in a place where four roads
1:49:50–1:49:57meet, on the fourteenth night of the dark fortnight, and performed auspicious rites of bathing,
1:49:57–1:50:00in which the gods of the quarters were gladdened by the very
1:50:00–1:50:04विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
1:50:04–1:50:08विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
1:50:08–1:50:12विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
1:50:12–1:50:16विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
1:50:16–1:50:21shown, after bathing, with hands circled by swaying bracelets, she herself gave to the
1:50:21–1:50:23birds an offering.
1:50:23–1:50:28Of curds and boiled rice placed in a silver cup, she offered daily to the goddess Durga
1:50:28–1:50:34a sacrifice consisting of parched grain of ablation, boiled rice, sesamemeats, cakes,
1:50:34–1:50:41unguents, incense, and flowers, in abundance, she besought, with a mind prostrate in adoration,
1:50:41–1:50:46The naked wandering ascetics, bearing the name of Siddhas, and carrying their begging bowls
1:50:46–1:50:50filled by her, she greatly honoured the directions of fortune-tellers.
1:50:50–1:50:56She frequented all the soothsayers learned in signs, she showed all respect to those
1:50:56–1:51:01who understood the omens of birds, she accepted all the secrets handed down in the tradition
1:51:01–1:51:03of a succession of venerable sages.
1:51:03–1:51:07In her longing for the sight of a son, she made the brahmins who came into her
1:51:07–1:51:12presence chant the Veda, she heard sacred stories incessantly repeated, she carried about little
1:51:12–1:51:19caskets of mattress filled. With birch leaves written over in yellow letters, she tied strings
1:51:19–1:51:24of medicinal plants as amulets, even her attendance went out to hear passing sounds and grasped
1:51:24–1:51:28the omens arising from them, she daily threw out lumps of flesh in the evening for the
1:51:28–1:51:33jackals, she told the pundits the wonders of her dreams, and at the crossroads she
1:51:33–1:51:39offered ablation to Siva. And as time went on, it chanced once that near the end of night,
1:51:39–1:51:45when the sky was gray as an old pigeon's wing, and but few stars were left, the king saw in
1:51:45–1:51:49a dream the full moon entering the mouth of Vilasavadi, as she rested on the roof of
1:51:49–1:51:55her white palace, like a ball of lotus fibers into the mouth of an elephant. Thereupon
1:51:55–1:52:00he woke, and arising, shedding brightness through his dwelling by the joyous dilation
1:52:00–1:52:06of his eyes, he straightway called Kukanasah and told him the dream, where to the latter,
1:52:06–1:52:13filled with sudden joy, replied, Sire, our wishes and those of thy subjects are at length fulfilled.
1:52:13–1:52:17After a few days my lord will doubtless experience the happiness of beholding the lotus face
1:52:17–1:52:23of a sun, for I, too, this night in a dream saw a white-robed Brahman, of God-like bearing
1:52:23–1:52:28in calm aspect, place in Manurama's lap a lotus that rain drops of honey, with
1:52:28–1:52:33the hundred outspread white petals, like the moon's digits, and a thousand quivering
1:52:33–1:52:35stamens forming its matted locks.
1:52:35–1:52:41Now, all auspicious omens which come to us foretell the near approach of joy, and what
1:52:41–1:52:44other cause of joy can there be than this?
1:52:44–1:52:49For dreams seen at the close of night are won't to bear fruit in truth.
1:52:49–1:52:53Certainly ere long the queen shall bear a son that, like men the three, shall be
1:52:53–1:52:58a leader among all royal sages, and a cause of joy to all the world, and he shall
1:52:58–1:53:03gladden thy heart, O King, as the lotus pool in autumn with its burst of fresh lotus's
1:53:03–1:53:07gladdens the royal elephant, by him thy kingly line shall become strong to bear the weight
1:53:07–1:53:12of the world, and shall be unbroken in its succession as the stream of a wild elephant's
1:53:12–1:53:18icor. As he thus spoke, the king, taking him by the hand, entered the inner apartments
1:53:18–1:53:24and gladdened the queen, with both their dreams. And after some days, by the grace
1:53:24–1:53:30of the gods, the hope of a child came to Vilasavadi, like the moon's image on a lake, and she
1:53:30–1:53:34became thereby yet more glorious, like the line of the Nindana wood with the tree of
1:53:34–1:53:38Paradise, or the breast of Vishnu with the Kaustubha gem.
1:53:38–1:53:43On one memorable day the king had gone at evening to an inner pavilion, where, encircled
1:53:43–1:53:48by a thousand lamps, burning bright with abundance of scented oil, he was like the
1:53:48–1:53:53full moon in the midst of stars, or like Narayana seated among the thousand jeweled
1:53:53–1:53:57hoods of the king of snakes, he was surrounded only by a few great kings who had received
1:53:57–1:54:03the sprinkling of coronation, his own attendant stood at some distance, close by Kokonasa
1:54:03–1:54:07was sitting on a high stool, clad in white silk, with little.
1:54:07–1:54:12Adornment, a statesman profound as the depths of ocean, and with him the king was holding
1:54:12–1:54:17a conversation on many topics, full of the confidence that had grown with their growth,
1:54:17–1:54:22when he was approached by the handmaiden Kulavardana, the queen's chief attendant,
1:54:22–1:54:27skilled in the ways of a court, well trained by nearness to royalty, and first in all auspicious
1:54:27–1:54:32ceremonies, who whispered in his ear the news about Vilasavati.
1:54:32–1:54:38At her words, so fresh to his ears, the king's limbs were bedoed as if with ambrosia, a
1:54:38–1:54:42thrill passed through his whole body, and he was bewildered with the draught of joy,
1:54:42–1:54:46his cheeks burst into a smile, under the guise of the bright flash of his teeth he
1:54:46–1:54:52scattered abroad the happiness that overflowed his heart and his eye, with its pupil quivering,
1:54:52–1:54:57and its lashes wet with tears of gladness, fell on the face of Cucanasa.
1:54:57–1:55:00And when Cucanasa saw the king's exceeding joy,
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1:55:30–1:55:35dilated, their pupils are tremulous, and they are bathed in tears of joy, and as they seem
1:55:35–1:55:40to creep to the lobes of thy ears in their eagerness to hear the good tidings, they produce,
1:55:40–1:55:44as it were, the beauty of an ear-pendant of blue lotuses.
1:55:44–1:55:49My longing heart yearns to hear the festival that has sprung up for it.
1:55:49–1:55:52Therefore let my Lord tell me what is this news.
1:55:52–1:55:57When he had thus said, the king replied with a smile, if it is true as she says,
1:55:57–1:56:01And all our dream is true, but I cannot believe it.
1:56:01–1:56:05How should so great a happiness fall to our lot?
1:56:05–1:56:09For we are no fitting vessel for the bearing of such good tidings.
1:56:09–1:56:15Kullavardana is always truthful, and yet when I consider how unworthy I am of such joy,
1:56:15–1:56:18I look upon her as having changed her nature.
1:56:18–1:56:23Rise, therefore, I myself will go and ask the queen if it is true, and then I shall
1:56:23–1:56:25know.
1:56:25–1:56:31So saying, he dismissed all the kings, and taking off his ornaments, gave them to Culverdana,
1:56:31–1:56:36and when, on his gracious dismissal of her with gifts, he received her homage paid with
1:56:36–1:56:40a deep reverence as she touched the earth with her straight brow, he rose with cuckanasa
1:56:40–1:56:45and went to the inner apartments, hurried on by a mind filled with exceeding happiness,
1:56:45–1:56:49and gladdened by the throbbing of his right eye, which seemed to mimic the play of a
1:56:49–1:56:52blue lotus petal stirred by the wind.
1:56:52–1:56:58He was followed by a scanty retinue, as befitted so late a visit, and had the thick darkness
1:56:58–1:57:02of the courtyard dispelled by the brightness of the lamps of the women who went before
1:57:02–1:57:05him, though their steady flame flickered in the wind.
1:57:05–1:57:10Bana then describes the birth of Trapida's son, who is named Candrapida, from the king's
1:57:10–1:57:16dream about the moon, and also that of Kokonasa's son Vykampayana.
1:57:16–1:57:20And as Candrapida underwent in due course all the circle of ceremonies, beginning
1:57:20–1:57:26with the tying of his top knot, his childhood passed away, and to prevent distraction, Tirapida
1:57:26–1:57:30had built for him a palace of learning outside the city, stretching half a league along the
1:57:30–1:57:35Sipra River, surrounded by a wall of white bricks like the circle of peaks of a snow
1:57:35–1:57:40mountain, girt with a great moat running along the walls, guarded by very strong gates,
1:57:40–1:57:44having one door kept open for ingress, with stables.
1:57:44–1:57:50were horses and palanquines close by, and a gymnasium constructed beneath backslash,
1:57:50–1:57:55a fit palace for the immortals. He took infinite pains in gathering their teachers of every
1:57:55–1:58:02science and having placed the boy there, like a young lion in a cage, forbidding all egress,
1:58:02–1:58:06surrounding him with a sweet composed mainly of the sons of his teachers, removing every
1:58:06–1:58:11allurement to the sports of boyhood, and keeping his mind free from distraction, on
1:58:11–1:58:16an auspicious day he entrusted him, together with Vykampayana, to masters, that they might
1:58:16–1:58:22acquire all knowledge. Every day when he rose, the king, with Vilasavadi
1:58:22–1:58:27and a small retinue, went to watch him, and Kendrapada, undisturbed in mind and kept to
1:58:27–1:58:32his work by the king, quickly grasped all the sciences taught him by teachers, whose
1:58:32–1:58:37efforts were quickened by his great powers, as they brought to light his natural abilities,
1:58:37–1:58:41The whole range of arts assembled in his mind as in a pure jeweled mirror.
1:58:41–1:58:48He gained the highest skill in word, sentence, proof, law, and royal policy, in gymnastics,
1:58:48–1:58:56in all kinds of weapons, such as the bow, quite, shield, cimeter, dart, mace, battleaxe, and
1:58:56–1:59:02club, in driving and elephant riding, in musical instruments, such as the lute, fife, drum,
1:59:02–1:59:08symbol, and pipe, in the laws of dancing laid down by Bharata and others, and the science
1:59:08–1:59:11of music, such as that of Narada.
1:59:11–1:59:17In the management of elephants, the knowledge of a horse's age, and the marks of men, in
1:59:17–1:59:22painting, leaf cutting, the use of books, and writing, in all the arts of gambling,
1:59:22–1:59:28knowledge of the cries of birds, and astronomy, in testing of jewels, carpentry, the working
1:59:28–1:59:35of ivory, in architecture, physics, mechanics, antidotes, mining, crossing of rivers, leaping
1:59:35–1:59:42and jumping, and sleight of hand, in stories, dramas, romances, poems, in the Mahabharata,
1:59:42–1:59:48the Puranas, the Idihasas, and the Ramayana. In all kinds of writing, all foreign languages,
1:59:48–1:59:56all technicalities, all mechanical arts, in meter, and in every other art. And while
1:59:56–2:00:00he ceaselessly studied, even in his childhood and inborn vigor like
2:00:00–2:00:04आद अविमा शों फोर्फ अन फिम अन श्विर्डिंग तो वोगाविमर्शक
2:00:04–2:00:06वोगाविमर्शक विमर्शक विमर्शक विमर्शक विमर्शक विमर्शक
2:00:06–2:00:08विमर्शक विमर्शक विमर्शक विमर्शक विमर्शक विमर्शक
2:00:08–2:00:13lion's welp, had their limbs bowed down by his grasp on their ears, and could not move,
2:00:13–2:00:18with one stroke of his cimeter he cut down palm trees as if they were lotus stalks, his
2:00:18–2:00:22shafts, like those of Perikurama when he blazed to consume the forest of earth's royal
2:00:22–2:00:28stems, cleft only the loftiest peaks, he exercised himself with an iron club which
2:00:28–2:00:34ten men were needed to lift, and, except in bodily strength, he was followed close
2:00:34–2:00:39in all his accomplishments by Vykhampayana, who, by reason of the honor Kendrapada felt
2:00:39–2:00:44for his deep learning and of his reverence due to Kukanasa, and because they had played in the dust
2:00:44–2:00:50and grown up together, was the prince's chief friend, and, as it were, his second heart, and the
2:00:50–2:00:57home of all his confidences. He would not be without Vykhampayana for a moment, while Vykhampayana
2:00:57–2:01:01never for an instant ceased to follow him any more than the day would cease to follow the sun.
2:01:01–2:01:11And while Kendrapida was thus pursuing his acquaintance with all knowledge, the spring of youth, loved of the three worlds as the amrita draught of the ocean,
2:01:11–2:01:19gladdening the hearts of men as moonrise gladdens the gloaming, transient in change of iridescent glow, like the full arch of Indra's bow to the rainy season,
2:01:19–2:01:30weapon of love, like the outburst of flowers to the tree of desire, beautiful in ever-freshly revealed glow, like sunrise to the lotus grove, ready for all play of.
2:01:30–2:01:36Graceful motion, like the plumes of the peacock, became manifest and brought to flower in
2:01:36–2:01:42him, fair as he was, a double beauty, love, Lord of the hour, stood ever nigh, as if
2:01:42–2:01:48to do his bidding, his chest expanded like his beauty, his limbs won fullness, like the
2:01:48–2:01:54wishes of his friends, his waist became slender, like the host of his foes, his form broadened,
2:01:54–2:02:00like his liberality, his majesty grew, like his hair, his arms hung down more and more,
2:02:00–2:02:04the plates of his enemies' wives, his eyes.
2:02:04–2:02:09Became brighter, like his conduct, his shoulders broad, like his knowledge, and his heart deep,
2:02:09–2:02:11like his voice.
2:02:11–2:02:16And so in due course the king, learning that Kendrapada had grown to youth, and had completed
2:02:16–2:02:21his knowledge of all the arts, studied all the sciences, and won great praise from his
2:02:21–2:02:27teachers, summoned Balahaka, a mighty warrior, and, with a large escort of cavalry and
2:02:27–2:02:32infantry, sent him on a very auspicious day to fetch the prince.
2:02:32–2:02:37And Balahaka, going to the palace of learning, entered, announced by the porters, and bending
2:02:37–2:02:42his head till its crest jewels rested on the ground, sat down, by the prince's permission,
2:02:42–2:02:47on a seat befitting his office, as reverently as though in the king's presence, after
2:02:47–2:02:52a short pause he approached Kendrapada and respectfully gave the king's message,
2:02:52–2:02:55The king bids me say, Our desires are fulfilled,
2:02:55–2:02:59The castras have been studied, All the arts have been learnt,
2:02:59–2:03:04Thou hast gained the highest skill in all the martial sciences.
2:03:04–2:03:09All thy teachers give thee permission to leave the house of learning.
2:03:09–2:03:12Let the people see that Thou hast received thy training,
2:03:12–2:03:15Like a young royal elephant come out from the enclosure,
2:03:15–2:03:17Having in thy mind the whole orb of the arts,
2:03:17–2:03:20Like the full moon newly risen.
2:03:20–2:03:25Let the eyes of the world, long eager to behold thee, fulfill their true function, for all
2:03:25–2:03:28those Ananas are yearning for thy sight.
2:03:28–2:03:32This is now the tenth year of thine abode in the school, and thou didst enter it having
2:03:32–2:03:35reached the experience of thy sixth year.
2:03:35–2:03:40This year, then, so reckoned, is the sixteenth of thy life.
2:03:40–2:03:45Now, therefore, when thou hast come forth and shown thyself to all the mothers longing
2:03:45–2:03:51to see thee, and hast saluted those who deserve thy honour, do thou lay aside thy early discipline,
2:03:51–2:03:56and experience that thy will the pleasures of the court and the delights of fresh youth.
2:03:56–2:04:03Pay thy respects to the chiefs, honour the Brahmins, protect thy people, gladden thy kinsfolk.
2:04:03–2:04:08There stands at the door, sent by the king, this horse, named Andreada, swift as Garuda
2:04:08–2:04:14or as the wind, the chief jewel of the three worlds, for in truth the monarch of Persia,
2:04:14–2:04:19who esteemed him the wonder of the universe, sent him with this message, this noble steed,
2:04:19–2:04:25sprung straight from the waters of ocean, was found by me, and is worthy for thee, O King,
2:04:25–2:04:30to mount, and when he was shown to those skilled in a horse's points, they said, He has all
2:04:30–2:04:33the marks of which men tell us as belonging.
2:04:33–2:04:38To Achaicraevas, there never has been nor will be a steed like him.
2:04:38–2:04:41Therefore let him be honored by thy mounting him.
2:04:41–2:04:48These thousand princes, all sons of anointed kings, highly trained, heroic, wise, and
2:04:48–2:04:53accomplished, and of long descent, sent for thine escort, wait on horseback, all eager
2:04:53–2:04:55to salute thee.
2:04:55–2:05:00Having thus said, Balahaka paused, and Kendrapida, laying his fo-
2:05:00–2:05:04विचार-विमर्शक बाषाक साहित्य, समालोचना, कविता, कविता,
2:05:04–2:05:08कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता,
2:05:08–2:05:13कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता,
2:05:13–2:05:17कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता,
2:05:17–2:05:19all their efforts to curb him.
2:05:19–2:05:24He was very large, his back being just within reach of a man's uplifted hand, he seemed
2:05:24–2:05:29to drink the sky, which was on a level with his mouth, with a nae which shook the cavity
2:05:29–2:05:34of his belly, and filled the hollows of the three worlds, he, as it were, upbraided Garuda
2:05:34–2:05:39for his vain trust in his fabled speed, with a nostril snorting in wrath at any hindrance
2:05:39–2:05:45to his course, he, in his pride, examined the three worlds, that he might leap over
2:05:45–2:05:52them, his body was variegated with streaks of black, yellow, green, and pink, like Indra's
2:05:52–2:05:58bow, he was like a young elephant, with a many-hued rug spread over him, like Sivah's
2:05:58–2:06:03bull, pink with metallic dust from budding at Kailasa's peaks, like Parvati's lion,
2:06:03–2:06:07with his main crimson with the red streak of the demon's clotted blood, and like the
2:06:07–2:06:12very incarnation of all energy, with a sound emitted from his ever-quivering nostrils.
2:06:12–2:06:18He seemed to pour forth the wind inhaled in his swift course, he scattered the foam.
2:06:18–2:06:22Flakes that frothed from his lips from the champion of the points of the bit which rattled
2:06:22–2:06:26as he rolled it in his mouth, as if they were mouthfuls of ambrosia drunk in his ocean
2:06:26–2:06:27home.
2:06:27–2:06:33And, beholding this steed, whose like was never before seen, informed fit for the gods,
2:06:33–2:06:38meet for the kingdom of the whole universe, possessed of all the favorable marks, the
2:06:38–2:06:43perfection of a horse's shape, the heart of Candrapida, though of a nature not easily
2:06:43–2:06:48moved, was touched with amazement, and the thought arose in his mind. What jewel, if
2:06:48–2:06:52not this wondrous horse, was brought up by the Suras and Azuras when they churned the
2:06:52–2:06:57waters of ocean and world-round Mount Mandara with the serpent.
2:06:57–2:07:02Vasuki revolving in ceaseless duration. And what has Indra gained by his lordship
2:07:02–2:07:07of the three worlds if he did not mount this back, brought his Mount Meru.
2:07:07–2:07:13Indra was cheated by the ocean when his heart was gladdened by Akai Kravas.
2:07:13–2:07:18And I think that so far he has not crossed the sight of Holy Narayana, who even now does
2:07:18–2:07:21not give up his infatuation for riding Garuda.
2:07:21–2:07:26My father's royal glory surpasses the riches of the kingdom of heaven, in that treasures
2:07:26–2:07:32such as this, which can hardly be gained in the whole universe, come here into servitude.
2:07:32–2:07:37From its magnificence and energy, this form of his seems the shrine of a god, and
2:07:37–2:07:40And the truth of this makes me fear to mount him.
2:07:40–2:07:45For forms like this, fit for the gods and the wonder of the universe, belong to no common
2:07:45–2:07:47horse.
2:07:47–2:07:51Even deities, subject to a muni's curse, have been known to leave their own bodies and
2:07:51–2:07:56inhabit other bodies brought to them by the terms of the curse.
2:07:56–2:08:01For there is a story of old house Thulisairas, a muni of great austerity, cursed in Epsara's
2:08:01–2:08:06named Rumba, the ornament of the three worlds, and she, leaving heaven, entered the heart
2:08:06–2:08:12of a horse, and thus, as the story goes, dwelt for a long time on earth as a mare, in the
2:08:12–2:08:18service of King Cattedhandan, at Mritikavadi, and many other greats old beings, having had
2:08:18–2:08:24their glory destroyed by the curse of Munus, have roamed the world in various forms. Surely
2:08:24–2:08:31this must be some noble being subject to a curse. My heart declares his divinity. Thus
2:08:31–2:08:37His thinking, he rose, wishing to mount, and in mind only approaching the steed, he prayed
2:08:37–2:08:41thus, Noble Charger, Thou art that Thou art.
2:08:41–2:08:43All hail to thee.
2:08:43–2:08:47Yet let my audacity in mounting thee be forgiven.
2:08:47–2:08:52For even deities whose presence is unknown taste of a contumaly all unmute for them.
2:08:52–2:08:57As if knowing his thought, Indrayada looked at him with eye-ascance, the pupil turned
2:08:57–2:09:01and partly closed by the lashing of his tossing mane, and repeatedly struck the ground with
2:09:01–2:09:06his right hoof, till the hair on his chest was grey with the dust it cast up, as though
2:09:06–2:09:11summoning the prince to mount, with a pleasant winning long drawn out into a gentle soft
2:09:11–2:09:15murmur blent with the snorting of his quivering nostrils.
2:09:15–2:09:19Whereupon Kendrappita mounted in Dreada, as though invited thereunto by his pleasant
2:09:19–2:09:26name, and, having mounted, he passed out, thinking the whole universe but a span long,
2:09:26–2:09:30be held a cavalcade of which the furthest limits could not be seen, it deafened the hollows
2:09:30–2:09:35of the three worlds with the clatter of hoofs breaking up the earth, fierce as a shower
2:09:35–2:09:40of stones let fall from the clouds, and with a naing sounding the fiercer from nostrils
2:09:40–2:09:44choked with dust, it decked the sky with a forest.
2:09:44–2:09:49Of lance is all whorrent, whose shafts gleamed bright when touched by the sun, like a lake
2:09:49–2:09:53half hidden in a grove of blue lotus buds upborn on their stalks, from its darkening
2:09:53–2:09:57the eight quarters with its thousand umbrellas all raised.
2:09:57–2:10:00It was like a mass of clouds iridescent with
2:10:00–2:10:04विचार-विमर्शक बाषाक साहित्य, समालोचना, कविता, कविता,
2:10:04–2:10:09कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता,
2:10:09–2:10:13कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता,
2:10:13–2:10:17कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता,
2:10:17–2:10:22waves of ocean at the moon's rising, and the princes, each wishing to be first in their
2:10:22–2:10:27eagerness to pay their homage, having their heads unprotected by the hasty removal of
2:10:27–2:10:32their umbrellas, and weary with trying to curb their horses, which were wild with trampling
2:10:32–2:10:35on each other, drew around the prince.
2:10:35–2:10:40As Bala-Haka presented each by name, they bowed, bending low their heads, which showed
2:10:40–2:10:45the glow of loyalty under the guise of the rays uprising from the rubies in their waving
2:10:45–2:10:50crests, and which, from their having buds held up in adoration, were like lotuses resting
2:10:50–2:10:53on the water in the pictures of Coronation.
2:10:53–2:10:59Having saluted them, Kendrapida, accompanied by Vykampaina, also mounted, straightway set
2:10:59–2:11:01out for the city.
2:11:01–2:11:06He was shaded by a very large umbrella with a gold stick, born above him, formed like
2:11:06–2:11:11the lotus on which royal glory might dwell, like the moon's orb to the moon lotus grove
2:11:11–2:11:16of royal races, like an island being formed by the flow of the cavalcade, in hue like
2:11:16–2:11:21the circle of Vasudev's hood whitened by the sea of milk, garlanded with many a rope of
2:11:21–2:11:25pearls, bearing the device of a lion designed above.
2:11:25–2:11:30The flowers in his ears were set dancing by the wind of the cowries waved on either
2:11:30–2:11:35side, and his praises were sung by many thousands of retainers running before him, young,
2:11:35–2:11:40for the most part, and brave, and by the bards, who ceaselessly recited a loud auspicious
2:11:40–2:11:47verses, with a soft cry of long life and victory. And as he passed on his way to the city, like
2:11:47–2:11:52a manifestation of the God of love no longer bodiless, all the people, like a lotus grove
2:11:52–2:11:57awakened by the moon's rising, left their work and gathered to behold him, double quotes.
2:11:58–2:12:03Kartikey scorns the name of Kamara, since his own form is looked on with scorn by the throng
2:12:03–2:12:09of lotus faces when this prince is by. Surely we reap the reward of great virtue in that we
2:12:09–2:12:13we behold that Godlike form with eyes wide with the overflow of love sprung up within
2:12:13–2:12:21us and upraised in eager curiosity. Our birth in this world has now brought forth its fruit.
2:12:21–2:12:26Nevertheless all hail to blessed Krishna, who in the guise of Khandrapada has assumed
2:12:26–2:12:31a new form. With such words the city folk folded their hands in adoration and bowed
2:12:31–2:12:37before him. And from the thousand windows which were unclosed from curiosity to behold
2:12:37–2:12:42Andrapida, the city itself became as it were a mass of open eyes, for straight way on hearing
2:12:42–2:12:47that he had left the palace of learning filled with all knowledge, women eager to see him
2:12:47–2:12:52mounted the roofs hastily throughout the city, leaving their half-done work, some with mirrors
2:12:52–2:12:56in their left hand were like the nights of the full moon, when the moon's whole orb
2:12:56–2:13:01is gleaming, some, with feet rosy it with fresh slack, were.
2:13:01–2:13:06Like lotus buds whose flowers had drunk the early sunlight, some, with their tender
2:13:06–2:13:10feet and meshed in the bells of their girdle, fallen to the ground in their haste, were
2:13:10–2:13:15like elephants moving very slowly, checked by their chain, some were robed in rainbow
2:13:15–2:13:20hues, like the beauty of a day in the rainy season, some raised feet that blossomed into
2:13:20–2:13:25the white rays of their nails, like tame callahams as drawn by the sound of the anklets, some
2:13:25–2:13:31held strings of large pearls in their hands, as if in imitation of Rithy with her
2:13:31–2:13:36Their crystal rosary grassed in grief for the death of love, some, with wreaths of pearls
2:13:36–2:13:40falling between their breasts, were like the glory of evening when the pairs of cock-a-vac-as
2:13:40–2:13:46are separated by a pure slender stream, some, with rainbow flashes rising from the gems
2:13:46–2:13:51of their anklets, shown as if lovingly accompanied by tame peacocks, some, with their jeweled
2:13:51–2:13:58cups half-drunk, distilled, as it were, from their rosy flower-like lips a sweet nectar.
2:13:58–2:14:03Others, too, with their orb'd faces appearing at the.
2:14:03–2:14:07In terstises of the emerald lattices, presented to the eyes a lotus grove with its opening
2:14:07–2:14:12buds traversing the sky, as they gazed on the prince.
2:14:12–2:14:16On a sudden there arose a tinkling of ornaments born of hasty motion, with many a sound of
2:14:16–2:14:21loot struck sweetly on their cords, blended with the cry of cranes summoned by the
2:14:21–2:14:25clanging of the girdles, accompanied by the noise of peacocks shut up in the zen
2:14:25–2:14:30banana and rejoicing in the thunder caused by the stairs being struck by stumbling feet,
2:14:30–2:14:35soft with the murmur of calligances fluttering in fear of the clash of fresh clouds, imitating
2:14:35–2:14:40the triumphant cry of love, taking captive the ears of lovely.
2:14:40–2:14:44Women with their ropes of jewels resounding shrilly as they touched one another, and
2:14:44–2:14:48re-echoing through all the corners of the houses.
2:14:48–2:14:52In a moment the dense throng of maidens made the palaces seem walled with women, the
2:14:52–2:14:56The ground seemed to blossom by the laying on it of their laxedrune lotus feet.
2:14:56–2:14:59The city seemed girt with grace by the stream of fair forms.
2:15:00–2:15:02विश्कार-विमर्शक रेक।
2:15:02–2:15:04विश्कार-विमर्शक रेक।
2:15:04–2:15:06विश्कार-विमर्शक रेक।
2:15:06–2:15:08विश्कार-विमर्शक रेक।
2:15:08–2:15:10विश्कार-विमर्शक रेक।
2:15:10–2:15:12विश्कार-विमर्शक रेक।
2:15:12–2:15:14विश्कार-विमर्शक रेक।
2:15:14–2:15:16विश्कार-विमर्शक रेक।
2:15:16–2:15:23Why? The long line of bright glances. As the women gazed on him with eyes fixed and widened
2:15:23–2:15:27in curiosity, the form of Kendrapida entered into their hearts as though they were mirrors
2:15:27–2:15:33or water or crystal, and as the glow of love manifested itself there, their graceful speech
2:15:33–2:15:40became straightway mirthful, confidential, confused, envious, scornful, derisive, coquettish,
2:15:40–2:15:47loving, or full of longing. As, for instance, hasty one, wait for me.
2:15:47–2:15:53Drunk with gazing, hold thy mantle. Simpleton, lift up the long tresses that hang about thy
2:15:53–2:16:00face. Remove thy moon-digit ornament. Blinded with love, thy feet are caught in the flowers
2:16:00–2:16:07of thine offering, and thou wilt fall. Love distraught, tie up thy hair.
2:16:07–2:16:11on the side of Candrapida, raise thy girdle.
2:16:11–2:16:15Naughty one, lift up the earflower waving on thy cheek.
2:16:15–2:16:18Heartless one, pick up thine earring.
2:16:18–2:16:21Eager in youth, thou art being watched.
2:16:21–2:16:24Cover thy bosom.
2:16:24–2:16:27Shameless one, gather up thy loosened robe.
2:16:27–2:16:30Artfully artless, go on quicker.
2:16:30–2:16:34Inquisitive girl, take another look at the king.
2:16:34–2:16:37Unsociable, how long wilt thou look?
2:16:37–2:16:41Fickle-hearted, think of thine own people.
2:16:41–2:16:45Impish girl, thy mantle has fallen, and thou art mocked.
2:16:45–2:16:50Thou whose eyes art filled with love, sayest thou not thy friends.
2:16:50–2:16:55Maiden full of guile, thou wilt live in sorrow with thy heart in causeless torment.
2:16:55–2:17:00Thou who faintest coiness, what mean thy crafty glances?
2:17:00–2:17:02Look boldly.
2:17:02–2:17:09with youth, why rest thy weight against us? Angry one, go in front. Envious girl, why block
2:17:09–2:17:17up the window? Slave of love, thou bringest my outer robe to utter ruin. Drunk with love's
2:17:17–2:17:25breath, restrain thyself. Devoid of self-control, why run before thine elders? Bright in strength,
2:17:25–2:17:27Why so confused?
2:17:27–2:17:31Silly girl, hide the thrill of love's fever.
2:17:31–2:17:35Ill-behaved girl, why thus weary thyself?
2:17:35–2:17:40Changeful one, thy girdle presseth thee, and thou sufferest vainly.
2:17:40–2:17:45Absent-minded, thou heatest not thyself, though outside thy house.
2:17:45–2:17:49Lost in curiosity, thou hast forgotten how to breathe.
2:17:49–2:17:55Thou whose eyes art closed in a happy imagination of union with thy beloved, open them.
2:17:55–2:17:57He is passing.
2:17:57–2:18:03Bereft of sense by the stroke of love's arrow, Place the end of thy silken robe on thy head to keep off the sun's rays.
2:18:04–2:18:10Thou who has taken the vow of suddy, Thou letest thine eyes wander, not seeing what is to be seen.
2:18:11–2:18:15Wretched one, thou art cast down by the vow not to gaze on other men.
2:18:16–2:18:23Vouch save to rise, dear friend, and to look at the blessed fish-bannered God, without his banner and bereft of rithy,
2:18:23–2:18:29visibly present. His crest of mulady flowers under his umbrella looks like a
2:18:29–2:18:33mass of moonbeams fallen in under the idea that night has set in, on his head
2:18:33–2:18:38dark with swarms of bees. His cheek is fair as a garland of open Sirisha
2:18:38–2:18:43flowers touched with green by the splendor of his emerald earring. Our youthful
2:18:43–2:18:49glow of love, under the guise of. Rich ruby rays among the pearl necklaces
2:18:49–2:18:57horses, shines out eager to enter his heart. It is so seen by him among the cowries. Moreover,
2:18:57–2:19:01what is he laughing at as he talks to Vykhampayana, so that the circle of space is whitened
2:19:01–2:19:03with his bright teeth?
2:19:03–2:19:08Balahaka, with the edge of his silken mantle green as a parrot's plumage, is removing
2:19:08–2:19:14from the tips of his hair the dust raised by the horse's hoofs. His bow-like foot,
2:19:14–2:19:20Soft as Lakshmi's lotus hand is raised and sportively cast a thwart his horse's shoulder.
2:19:20–2:19:25His hand, with tapering fingers and bright as pink lotus buds, is outstretched to its full
2:19:25–2:19:32length to ask for betel nut, just as an elephant's trunk in eagerness for mouthfuls of valisneria.
2:19:32–2:19:37Happy is she who, a fellow bride with earth, shall, like Lakshmi, win that hand out vying
2:19:37–2:19:39the lotus.
2:19:39–2:19:462. is Queen Villasavati, by whom he who is able to bear the whole earth was nourished in birth,
2:19:46–2:19:49as the elephant of the quarters by space.
2:19:49–2:19:54And as they uttered these and other sayings of the same kind, Candrapida, drunk in by
2:19:54–2:19:59their eyes, summoned by the tinkling of their ornaments, followed by their hearts, bound
2:19:59–2:20:00by the way.
2:20:00–2:20:04विश्वार-विमर्शक विश्वार-विमर्शक विश्वार-विमर्शक
2:20:04–2:20:06विश्वार-विमर्शक विश्वार-विमर्शक विश्वार-विमर्शक
2:20:06–2:20:09विश्वार-विमर्शक विश्वार-विमर्शक विश्वार-विमर्शक
2:20:09–2:20:15step on a mass of white bracelets slipping from their languid arms, reached the palace.
2:20:15–2:20:20Dismounting and leaning on Vikempayana, he entered the court, preceded by Balahaka, and
2:20:20–2:20:25passing through the crowd of attendant kings, beheld his father seated on a white couch
2:20:25–2:20:27and attended by his guards.
2:20:27–2:20:32And on the chamberland saying, Behold him, the prince, with his head bent low, and
2:20:32–2:20:37its crest shaking, while yet afar off made his salutation, and his father, crying
2:20:37–2:20:43from afar, come, come hither, stretched forth both arms, raised himself slightly from his
2:20:43–2:20:48couch, while his eyes filled with tears of joy and a thrill passed over his body, and embraced
2:20:48–2:20:53his reverently bent son as though he would bind him fast and absorb him, and drink him
2:20:53–2:20:54in.
2:20:54–2:21:00And after the embrace, Kendrapta sat down on the bare ground by his father's footstool,
2:21:00–2:21:03kicking away the cloak which had been rolled up and hastily made into a seat by his own
2:21:03–2:21:09beetle nut bearer, and softly bidding her take it away, and then by Campaina, being embraced
2:21:09–2:21:14by the king like his own son, sat down on a seat placed for him.
2:21:14–2:21:19When he had been there a short time, assailed, as it were, by glances from the women who
2:21:19–2:21:24stood motionless, with the waving of the cowries forgotten, glances of love, long as strings
2:21:24–2:21:30of lotus stirred by the wind, from fine eyes tremulous and ass-gant, he was dismissed
2:21:30–2:21:36with the words, Go, my son, salute thy loving mother, who longs to see thee, and then in
2:21:36–2:21:39turn gladden all who nurtured thee by thy sight.
2:21:39–2:21:44Respectfully rising, and stopping his sweet from following him, he went with vikampayana
2:21:44–2:21:49to the Zenana, led by the royal servant's meek to enter therein, and approaching his
2:21:49–2:21:54mother, saluted her, as she sat surrounded by her attendants and by aged ascetic women,
2:21:54–2:21:57who read and recited legends to her.
2:21:57–2:22:03She raised him, while her attendance, skilled in doing her commands, stood around her, and,
2:22:03–2:22:08with a loving caress, held him in a long embrace, as though thinking inwardly of a hundred auspicious
2:22:08–2:22:14words to say, and straightway, when the claims of affection had been satisfied, and she had
2:22:14–2:22:19embraced Vykhampayana, she sat down, and drew Khandrapada, who was reverently seated on
2:22:19–2:22:24the ground, forcibly and against his will to rest in her arms, and when Vykhampayana
2:22:24–2:22:30was seated on a stool quickly brought. By the attendants, she embraced Kendrapada again
2:22:30–2:22:37and again on brow, breast, and shoulders, and said, with many a caressing touch, heart-hearted,
2:22:37–2:22:43my child, was thy father, by whom so fair a form, me to be cherished by the whole universe,
2:22:43–2:22:49was made to undergo great fatigue for so long. How didst thou endure the tedious restraint
2:22:49–2:22:57of thy gurus. Indeed, young as thou art, thou hast a strong man's fortitude. Thy heart,
2:22:57–2:23:02even in childhood, has lost all idol-liking for childish amusement and play.
2:23:02–2:23:07Ah well, all devotion to natural and spiritual parents is something apart, and as I now
2:23:07–2:23:12see thee endowed, by thy father's favor, with all knowledge, so I shall soon see
2:23:12–2:23:15thee endowed with worthy wives.
2:23:15–2:23:20Having thus said as he bent his head, smiling half in shame, she kissed him on the cheek,
2:23:20–2:23:25which was a full reflection of her own, and garlanded with open lotuses, and he, when
2:23:25–2:23:30he had stayed a short time, gladdened in turn by his presence the whole Zenana.
2:23:30–2:23:36Then, departing by the royal door, he mounted in Dreida, who was standing outside, and,
2:23:36–2:23:41followed by the princes, went to see Kokonasa, and at the gate of an outer court, filled
2:23:41–2:23:47with priests of many sects, he dismounted, and entered the palace of Cucanasa, which
2:23:47–2:23:53resembled a second royal court. On entering he saluted Cucanasa like a second father as
2:23:53–2:23:58he stood in the midst of thousands of kings, showing him all respect, with his crest bent
2:23:58–2:24:00low even from afar.
2:24:00–2:24:07Cucanasa, quickly. Rising, while the kings rose one after another, and respectfully advancing
2:24:07–2:24:12straight to him, with tears of joy falling from eyes wide with gladness, heartily, and
2:24:12–2:24:17with great affection, embraced him, together with Vikempayana.
2:24:17–2:24:22Then the prince, rejecting the jeweled seat respectfully brought, sat on the bare ground,
2:24:22–2:24:26and next to him sat Vikempayana, and when he sat on the ground, the whole circle of
2:24:26–2:24:32kings, except Kukanasa, leaving their own seats, sat also on the ground.
2:24:32–2:24:38Kukunasa stood silent for a moment, showing his extreme joy by the thrill that passed over
2:24:38–2:24:44his limbs, and then said to the prince, truly, my child, now that King Terapida has seen thee
2:24:44–2:24:48grown to youth and possessed of knowledge, he has at length gained the fruit of his rule
2:24:48–2:24:50over the universe.
2:24:50–2:24:54Now all the blessings of thy parents have been fulfilled.
2:24:54–2:24:58Now the merit acquired in many other births has borne fruit.
2:24:58–2:25:00Now the gods of iras...
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2:25:30–2:25:35of dwelling in Vishna's bosom, that she does not approach thee in mortal form.
2:25:35–2:25:40But nevertheless, do thou with thine arm, as the great bore with his circle of tusks, bear
2:25:40–2:25:45up for myriads of ages the weight of the earth, helping thy father.
2:25:45–2:25:51Thus saying, and offering homage with ornaments, dresses, flowers, and ungwants, he dismissed
2:25:51–2:25:52him.
2:25:52–2:25:58Thereupon the prince, rising, and entering the Zenana, visited Vikampayana's mother,
2:25:58–2:26:04by Ney Manorma, and, departing, mounted in Dreida, and went to his palace.
2:26:04–2:26:08It had been previously arranged by his father, and had white jars filled and placed on the
2:26:08–2:26:11gates, like an image of the royal palace.
2:26:11–2:26:16It had garlands of green sandal boughs, thousands of white flags flying, and filled the air
2:26:16–2:26:22with the sound of auspicious instruments of music, open lotuses were strewn in it.
2:26:22–2:26:27A sacrifice to Agni had just been performed, every attendant was in bright apparel,
2:26:27–2:26:31auspicious ceremony for entering a house had been prepared.
2:26:31–2:26:36On his arrival he sat for a short time on a couch placed in the hall, and then, together
2:26:36–2:26:41with his princely retinue, performed the day's duties, beginning with bathing and ending with
2:26:41–2:26:46a banquet, and meanwhile he arranged that Andreiita should dwell in his own chamber.
2:26:46–2:26:51And in these doings of his the day came to a close, the sun's orb fell with lifted
2:26:51–2:26:56rays like the ruby-anclit backslash, its interstices veiled in its own light backslash,
2:26:56–2:27:00the glory of day, as she hastens from the sky.
2:27:00–2:27:06And when evening had begun, Kendrapida, encircled by a fence of lighted lamps, went on foot to
2:27:06–2:27:11the king's palace, and having stayed a short time with his father, and seen Vilasavadi,
2:27:11–2:27:16he returned to his own house and laid down on a couch, many hewed with the radiance of
2:27:16–2:27:20various gems, like Krishna on the circle of sesha's hoods.
2:27:20–2:27:26And when night had turned to dawn, he, with his father's leave, rose before sunrise,
2:27:26–2:27:30In eagerness for the new delight of hunting, and, mounting in dreida, went to the wood
2:27:30–2:27:35with a great retinue of runners, horses, and elephants.
2:27:35–2:27:41His eagerness was doubled by huntsmen leading in a golden leash hounds large as asses.
2:27:41–2:27:45With arrows whose shafts were bright as the leaves of a blossoming lotus, and fit
2:27:45–2:27:52to cleave the frontal bones of young wild elephants, he slew wild boars, lions, carabas,
2:27:52–2:27:57yaks, and many other kinds of deer by thousands, while the woodland goddesses looked at him
2:27:57–2:28:02with half-closed eyes, fluttered by fear of the twangin of his bow.
2:28:02–2:28:05Other animals by his great energy he took alive.
2:28:05–2:28:10And when the sun reached the zenith, he rode home from the wood with but a few princes
2:28:10–2:28:13who were well-mounted, going over the events of the chase, saying,
2:28:13–2:28:20Thus I killed a lion, thus a bear, thus a buffalo, thus a caraba, thus a stag.
2:28:20–2:28:23On dismounting, he sat down.
2:28:23–2:28:28On a seat brought hastily by his attendants, took off his corset, and removed the rest
2:28:28–2:28:29of his riding apparel.
2:28:29–2:28:35He then rested a short time, till his weariness was removed by the wind of waving fans.
2:28:35–2:28:40Having rested, he went to the bathroom, provided with a hundred pictures of gold, silver, and
2:28:40–2:28:44jewels, and having a gold seat placed in its midst.
2:28:44–2:28:49And when the bath was over, and he had been rubbed in a separate room with cloths,
2:28:49–2:28:53His head was covered with a strip of pure linen, his raiment was put on, and he performed
2:28:53–2:28:58his homage to the gods, and when he entered the perfuming room, there approached him the
2:28:58–2:29:03court women attendants, appointed by the Grand Chamberlain and sent by the king, slaves
2:29:03–2:29:08of Vilasavati, with Kulavardana, and Zenana women sent from the whole Zenana, bearing
2:29:08–2:29:16in baskets different ornaments, wreaths, ungwants, and robes, which they presented to him.
2:29:16–2:29:21Having taken them in due order from the women, he first himself anointed Vykhampyana.
2:29:21–2:29:27When his own anointing was done, and giving to those around him flowers, perfumes, robes,
2:29:27–2:29:32and jewels, as was meat, he went to the banquet hall, rich in a thousand jeweled vessels,
2:29:32–2:29:35like the autumn sky gleaming with stars.
2:29:35–2:29:41He there sat on a doubled rug, with Vykhampyana next to him, eagerly employed, as was fitting,
2:29:41–2:29:47praising his virtues, and the host of princes, placed each in order of seniority on the ground,
2:29:47–2:29:51felt the pleasure of their service increased by seeing the great courtesy with which the
2:29:51–2:29:56prince said, Let this be given to him, and that to him.
2:29:56–2:29:59And so he duly pertook of his morning meal.
2:29:59–2:29:59After rinsing
2:30:00–2:30:30नाटक आप विचार-विमर्शक नाटक विपाषक नाटक विपाषक नाटक विपाषक नाटक विपाषक नाटक विपाषक नाटक विपाषक नाटक विपाषक नाटक विपाषक नाटक विपाषक नाटक विपाषक नाटक विपाषक नाटक विपाषक नाटक नाटक वि�
2:30:30–2:30:36he beheld approaching a chamberlain by name Kailasa, the chief of the Zenana, greatly trusted by the king,
2:30:36–2:30:43accompanied by a maiden of noble form in her first youth, from her life at court self-possessed, yet not devoid of modesty,
2:30:44–2:30:51growing to maidenhood and in her veil of silk-red with cochineal, resembling the eastern quarter clothed in early sunshine.
2:30:52–2:30:58And Kailasa, bowing and approaching with his right hand placed on the ground, spoke as follows,
2:30:58–2:31:04Prince, Queen Vilasavati bids me say, This maiden, by name Petrolika, daughter of the
2:31:04–2:31:08King of Kalutha, was brought with the captives by the great king on his conquest of the royal
2:31:08–2:31:13city of Kalutha while she was yet a little child, and was placed among the Zen and a
2:31:13–2:31:14women.
2:31:14–2:31:18And tenderness grew up in me towards her, seeing she was a king's daughter and without
2:31:18–2:31:23a protector, and she was long cared for and brought up by me just like a daughter.
2:31:23–2:31:28Therefore, I now send her to thee, thinking her fit to be thy beetle-bearer, but she must
2:31:28–2:31:34not be looked on by thee, great prince of many days, as thine other attendants.
2:31:34–2:31:38She must be cared for as a young maiden, she must be shielded from the thoughtless like
2:31:38–2:31:43thine own nature, she must be looked on as a pupil.
2:31:43–2:31:47Like a friend, she must be admitted to all thy confidences.
2:31:47–2:31:52By reason of the love that has long grown up in me, my heart rests on her as on my own
2:31:52–2:31:58daughter, and being sprung from a great race, she is fitted for such duties, in truth, she
2:31:58–2:32:02herself will in a few days charm the prince by her perfect gentleness.
2:32:02–2:32:07My love for her is of long growth, and therefore strong, but as the prince does not yet know
2:32:07–2:32:10her character, this is told to him.
2:32:10–2:32:17Thou must in all ways strive, happy prince, that she may long be thy fitting companion.
2:32:17–2:32:22When Kailasa had thus spoken and was silent, Kendrapada looked long and steadily at Patralekha
2:32:22–2:32:27as she made a courteous obeisance, and with the words, as my mother wishes, dismissed
2:32:27–2:32:29the chamberlain.
2:32:29–2:32:35And Patralekha, from her first sight of him, was filled with devotion to him, and never
2:32:35–2:32:41left the prince's side either by night or day, whether he was sleeping, or sitting, or standing,
2:32:41–2:32:45or walking, or going to the court, just as if she were his shadow, while he felt for
2:32:45–2:32:50her a great affection, beginning from his first glance at her, and constantly growing, he
2:32:50–2:32:55daily showed more favor to her, and counted her in all his secrets as part of his own
2:32:55–2:32:57heart.
2:32:57–2:33:01As the days thus passed on, the king, eager for the anointing of Kendrapida as crowned
2:33:01–2:33:06prince, appointed Chamberlains to gather together all things needful for it, and when it was
2:33:06–2:33:12at hand, Cucanasa, desirous of increasing the prince's modesty, great as it already
2:33:12–2:33:17was, spoke to him at length during one of his visits, dear Kendrapada, though thou hast
2:33:17–2:33:23learnt what is to be known, and read all the castors, no little remains for thee to learn.
2:33:23–2:33:28For truly the darkness arising from youth is by nature very thick, nor can it be pierced
2:33:28–2:33:35by the sun, nor cleft by the radiance of jewels, nor dispelled by the brightness of lamps.
2:33:35–2:33:41The intoxication of Lakshmi is terrible, and does not cease even in old age.
2:33:41–2:33:47There is, too, another blindness of power, evil, not to be cured by any self.
2:33:47–2:33:52The fever of pride runs very high, and no cooling appliances can allay it.
2:33:52–2:33:57The madness that rises from tasting the poison of the senses is violent, and not to be counteracted
2:33:57–2:34:00by roots or charms.
2:34:00–2:34:05The defilement of the stain of passion is never destroyed by bathing or purification.
2:34:05–2:34:10The sleep of the multitude of royal pleasures is ever terrible, and the end of night brings
2:34:10–2:34:15no waking. Thus thou must often be told at length.
2:34:15–2:34:21Lordship inherited even from birth, fresh youth, pureless beauty, superhuman talent, all
2:34:21–2:34:27this is a long succession of ills. Each of these separately is a home of insolence, how
2:34:27–2:34:33much more the assemblage of them. For in early youth the mind often loses its purity, though
2:34:33–2:34:38it be cleansed with the pure waters of the castras. The eyes of the young become inflamed,
2:34:38–2:34:41Though their clearness is not quite lost.
2:34:41–2:34:47Nature, too, when the whirlwind of passion arises, carries a man far in youth at its own
2:34:47–2:34:51will, like a dry leaf borne on the wind.
2:34:51–2:34:55This mirage of pleasure, which captivates the senses as if they were deer, always ends
2:34:55–2:34:57in sorrow.
2:34:57–2:35:00When the mind has its consciousness dulled by early
2:35:00–2:35:04यूछ, तब विचार-विमर्शक नाटक आविमर्शक रेक।
2:35:04–2:35:09all the more sweetly for being but just tasted. Extreme clinging to the things of sense destroys
2:35:09–2:35:15a man, misleading him like ignorance of his bearings. But men such as thou art the fitting
2:35:15–2:35:21vessels for instruction. For on a mind free from stain the virtue of good counsel enters
2:35:21–2:35:28easily, as the moons raise on a moon crystal. The words of a guru, though pure, yet cause
2:35:28–2:35:32great pain when they enter the ears of the bad, as water does, while in others they
2:35:32–2:35:37produce a nobler beauty, like the ear-jewel on an elephant.
2:35:37–2:35:42They remove the thick darkness of many sins, like the moon in the gloaming.
2:35:42–2:35:46The teaching of a guru is calming, and brings to an end the faults of youth by turning
2:35:46–2:35:51them to virtue, just as old age takes away the dark stain of the locks by turning them
2:35:51–2:35:53to gray.
2:35:53–2:35:58This is the time to teach thee, while thou hast not yet tasted the pleasures of sense.
2:35:58–2:36:04Your teaching pours away like water in a heart shattered by the stroke of love's arrow.
2:36:04–2:36:09Family and sacred tradition are unavailing to the fro-ward and undisciplined.
2:36:09–2:36:12Does a fire not burn when fed on sandalwood?
2:36:12–2:36:17Is not the submarine fire the fiercer in the water that is wont to quench fire?
2:36:17–2:36:22But the words of a guru are abathing without water, able to cleanse all the stains of
2:36:22–2:36:27man, they are a maturity that changes not the locks to gray, they give weight without
2:36:27–2:36:32increase of bulk, though not wrought of gold, they are an ear-jewel of no common order, without
2:36:32–2:36:36light they shine, without startling they awaken.
2:36:36–2:36:41They are specially needed for kings, for the admonishers of kings are few.
2:36:41–2:36:46For from fear, men follow like an echo the words of kings, and so, being unbridled in
2:36:46–2:36:51their pride, and having the cavity of their ears wholly stopped, they do not hear good
2:36:51–2:36:56advice even when offered, and when they do hear, by.
2:36:56–2:37:00their eyes like an elephant, they show their contempt, and pain the teachers who offer
2:37:00–2:37:02them good counsel.
2:37:02–2:37:08For the nature of kings, being darkened by the madness of pride's fever, is perturbed,
2:37:08–2:37:13their wealth causes arrogance and false self-esteem, their royal glory causes the torpor brought
2:37:13–2:37:16about by the poison of kingly power.
2:37:16–2:37:20First, let one who strives after happiness look at Lakshmi.
2:37:20–2:37:25For this Lakshmi, who now rests like a bee on the lotus grove of a circle of naked
2:37:25–2:37:30words, has risen from the milk ocean, has taken her glow from the buds of the coral tree,
2:37:30–2:37:35her crookedness from the moon's digit, her restlessness from the steed-a-kai-crava, her
2:37:35–2:37:40witchery from Kala-kutta poison, her intoxication from nectar, and from the Kaustabha gem
2:37:40–2:37:42her hardness.
2:37:42–2:37:47All these she has taken is keepsakes to relieve her longing with memory of her companion's
2:37:47–2:37:48friendship.
2:37:48–2:37:53There is nothing so little understood here in the world as this base Lakshmi.
2:37:53–2:37:59In one, she is hard to keep, when bound fast by the firm cords of heroism, she vanishes.
2:37:59–2:38:05When held by a cage of swords brandished by a thousand fierce champions, she yet escapes,
2:38:05–2:38:10when guarded by a thick band of elephants, dark with a storm of icor, she yet flees
2:38:10–2:38:11away.
2:38:11–2:38:17She keeps not friendships, she regards not race, she wrecks not of beauty, she follows
2:38:17–2:38:22not the fortunes of a family, she looks not on character, she counts not cleverness,
2:38:22–2:38:28She hears not sacred learning, she courts not righteousness, she honors not liberality,
2:38:28–2:38:34she values not discrimination, she guards not conduct, she understands not truth, she makes
2:38:34–2:38:39not auspicious marks her guide, like the outline of an aerial city, she vanishes even as we
2:38:39–2:38:41look on her.
2:38:41–2:38:45She is still dizzy with the feeling produced by the eddying of the whirlpool made by
2:38:45–2:38:47Mount Mandara.
2:38:47–2:38:51As if she were the tip of a lotus stalk bound to the varying motion of a lotus bed,
2:38:51–2:38:55She gives no firm foothold anywhere.
2:38:55–2:38:59Even when held fast with great effort in palaces, she totters as if drunk with the
2:38:59–2:39:02icor of their many wild elephants.
2:39:02–2:39:06She dwells on the sword's edge as if to learn cruelty.
2:39:06–2:39:11She clings to the form of Narayana as if to learn constant change of form.
2:39:11–2:39:17Full of fickleness, she leaves even a king, richly endowed with friends, judicial power,
2:39:17–2:39:23treasure, and territory, as she leaves a lotus at the end of day, though it have root, stalk,
2:39:23–2:39:26bud, and widespreading petals.
2:39:26–2:39:29Like a creeper, she is ever a parasite.
2:39:29–2:39:35Like Gunga, though producing wealth, she is all a stir with bubbles, like the sun's ray,
2:39:35–2:39:40she alights on one thing after another, like the cavity of hell, she is full of dense
2:39:40–2:39:42darkness.
2:39:42–2:39:46Like the demon Hidamba, her heart is only one by the courage of a Bhima, like the
2:39:46–2:39:52rainy season, she sends forth but a momentary flash, like an evil demon, she, with the height
2:39:52–2:39:56of many men, crazes the feeble mind.
2:39:56–2:39:59As if jealous, she embraces not him whom learning has favored, she
2:40:00–2:40:06Such as not the virtuous man, as being impure, she despises a lofty nature as unpropitious,
2:40:06–2:40:10she regards not the gently born, as useless.
2:40:10–2:40:15She leaps over a courteous man as a snake, she avoids a hero as a thorn, she forgets a
2:40:15–2:40:20giver as a nightmare, she keeps far from a temperate man as a villain, she mocks at the
2:40:20–2:40:25wise as a fool, she manifests her ways in the world as if in a jugglery that unites
2:40:25–2:40:26contradictions.
2:40:26–2:40:334. Though creating constant fever, she produces a chill, though exalting men, she shows lowness
2:40:33–2:40:39of soul, though rising from water, she augments thirst, though bestowing lordship, she shows
2:40:39–2:40:44an unlordly nature, though loading men with power, she deprives them of weight, though
2:40:44–2:40:49sister of nectar, she leaves a bitter taste, though of earthly mold, she is invisible,
2:40:49–2:40:54though attached to the highest, she loves the base, like a creature of dust, she soils
2:40:54–2:41:01even the pure. Moreover, let this wavering one shine as she may, she yet, like lamplight,
2:41:01–2:41:08only sends forth lamplack. For she is the fostering rain of the poison plants of desire,
2:41:08–2:41:12the hunter's luring song to the deer of the senses, the polluting smoke to the pictures
2:41:12–2:41:17of virtue, the luxurious couch of infatuation's long sleep, the ancient watchtower of the
2:41:17–2:41:19demons.
2:41:19–2:41:23of pride and wealth. She is the cataract gathering over eyes
2:41:23–2:41:28lighted by the castors, the banner of the reckless, the native stream of the alligators
2:41:28–2:41:34of wrath, the tavern of the mead of the senses, the music hall of alluring dances, the lair
2:41:34–2:41:38of the serpents of sin, the rod to drive out good practices.
2:41:38–2:41:43She is the untimely rain to the callahamsas of the virtues, the hotbed of the pustules
2:41:43–2:41:48of scandal, the prologue of the drama of fraud, the roar of the elephant of passion,
2:41:48–2:41:53slaughterhouse of goodness, the tongue of Rahu for the moon of holiness.
2:41:53–2:41:58Nor see I any who has not been violently embraced by her while she was yet unknown to him, and
2:41:58–2:42:00whom she has not deceived.
2:42:00–2:42:06Truly, even in a picture she moves, even in a book she practices magic, even cut in a
2:42:06–2:42:13gem she deceives, even when heard she misleads, even when thought on she betrays.
2:42:13–2:42:17When this wretched evil creature wins kings after great toil by the will of destiny,
2:42:17–2:42:22They become helpless, and the abode of every shameful deed.
2:42:22–2:42:26For at the very moment of coronation their graciousness is washed away as if by the auspicious
2:42:26–2:42:32water jars, their heart is darkened as by the smoke of the sacrificial fire, their patience
2:42:32–2:42:36is swept away as by the cuckoo brooms of the priest, their remembrance of advancing
2:42:36–2:42:40age is concealed as by the dawning of the turban, the sight of the next world is kept
2:42:40–2:42:45afar as by the umbrella's circle, truth is removed as by the wind of the cowries,
2:42:45–2:42:50virtue is driven out as by the wands of office, the voices of.
2:42:50–2:42:55The good are drowned as by cries of all hail, and glory is flouted as by the streamers of
2:42:55–2:42:58the banners, double quotes.
2:42:58–2:43:02For some kings are deceived by successes which are uncertain as the tremulous beaks of
2:43:02–2:43:07birds when loose from weariness, and which, though pleasant for a moment as a fireflies
2:43:07–2:43:12flash, are condemned by the wise, they forget their origin in the pride of amassing
2:43:12–2:43:17a little wealth, and are troubled by the onrush of passion as by a blood poisoning brought
2:43:17–2:43:22on by accumulated diseases, they are tortured by the senses, which though but five, in their
2:43:22–2:43:27eagerness to taste every pleasure, turn to a thousand.
2:43:27–2:43:32They are bewildered by the mind, which, in native fickleness, follows its own impulses,
2:43:32–2:43:38and being but one, gets the force of a hundred thousand in its changes.
2:43:38–2:43:41Thus they fall into utter helplessness.
2:43:41–2:43:47They are seized by demons, conquered by imps, possessed by enchantments, held by monsters,
2:43:47–2:43:50mocked by the wind, swallowed by ogres.
2:43:50–2:43:56Pierced by the arrows of Kama, they make a thousand contortions, scorched by covetousness,
2:43:56–2:44:01they writhe, struck down by fierce blows, they sink down.
2:44:01–2:44:06Like crabs, they sidle, like cripples, with steps broken by sin, they are led helpless
2:44:06–2:44:11by others, like stammerers from former sins of falsehood, they can scare spabble, like
2:44:11–2:44:17sapticota trees, they produce headache in those near them, like dying men, they know not even
2:44:17–2:44:22their kin, like purblind men, they cannot see the brightest virtue, like men bitten in a
2:44:22–2:44:28fatal hour, they are not waked even by mighty charms, like lack ornaments, they cannot endure
2:44:28–2:44:33strong heat, like rogue elephants, being firmly.
2:44:33–2:44:38to the pillar of self-conceit, they refuse teaching, bewildered by the poison of covetousness,
2:44:38–2:44:44they see everything as golden, like arrows sharpened by polishing, when in the hands of others they
2:44:44–2:44:49cause destruction, with their rods they strike down great families, like high-growing fruit,
2:44:49–2:44:55like untimely blossoms, though fair outwardly, they cause destruction, they are terrible of
2:44:55–2:45:00nature, like the ashes of a funeral pyre, like men with cataract, they can
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2:45:30–2:45:34But others are deceived by rogue's intent on their own ends, greedy of the flesh pots
2:45:34–2:45:38of wealth, cranes of the palace lotus beds.
2:45:38–2:45:46Gambling, say these, is a relaxation, adultery a sign of cleverness, hunting, exercise, drinking,
2:45:46–2:45:52delight, recklessness, heroism, neglect of a wife, freedom from infatuation, contempt
2:45:52–2:45:57of a guru's words, acclaim to other submission, unruliness of servants, the ensuring of
2:45:57–2:46:05pleasant service, devotion to dance, song, music, and bad company, is knowledge of the world.
2:46:05–2:46:10Harkening to shameful crimes is greatness of mind, tame endurance of contempt is patience,
2:46:10–2:46:13self-will is lordship, disregard of.
2:46:13–2:46:19The gods is high spirit, the praise of bards is glory, restlessness is enterprise, lack
2:46:19–2:46:22of discernment is impartiality.
2:46:22–2:46:26Thus our kings deceived with more than mortal praises by men ready to raise faults to
2:46:26–2:46:32the great of virtues, practiced in deception, laughing in their hearts, utterly villainous,
2:46:32–2:46:33and thus.
2:46:33–2:46:38These monarchs, by reason of their senselessness, have their minds intoxicated by the pride
2:46:38–2:46:43of wealth, and have a settled false conceit in them that these things are really so, though
2:46:43–2:46:47subject to mortal conditions, they look on themselves as having alighted on earth as
2:46:47–2:46:52divine beings with a superhuman destiny, they employ a pomp in their undertakings
2:46:52–2:46:56only fit for gods and win the contempt of all mankind.
2:46:56–2:47:00They welcome this deception of themselves by their followers.
2:47:00–2:47:05From the delusion as to their own divinity established in their minds, they are overthrown
2:47:05–2:47:09by false ideas, and they think their own pair of arms have received another pair, they
2:47:09–2:47:13imagine their forehead has a third eye buried in the skin.
2:47:13–2:47:18They consider the sight of themselves a favor, they esteem their glance a benefit, they
2:47:18–2:47:22They regard their words as a present, they hold their command a glorious boon, they deem
2:47:22–2:47:25their touch a purification.
2:47:25–2:47:31Wade down by the pride of their false greatness, they neither do homage to the gods, nor reverence
2:47:31–2:47:36Brahmans, nor honor the honorable, nor salute those to whom salutes are due, nor address
2:47:36–2:47:40those who should be addressed, nor rise to greet their gurus.
2:47:40–2:47:45They laugh at the learned as losing in useless labor all the enjoyment of pleasure, they
2:47:45–2:47:49They look on the teaching of the old as the wandering talk of dotage, they abuse the advice
2:47:49–2:47:54of their counselors as an insult to their own wisdom, they are wroth with the giver of good
2:47:54–2:47:55counsel.
2:47:55–2:48:01At all events, the man they welcome, with whom they converse, whom they place by their side,
2:48:01–2:48:06advance, take as companion of their pleasure and recipient of their gifts, choose as a friend,
2:48:06–2:48:12the man to whose voice they listen, on whom they reign favors, of whom they think highly,
2:48:12–2:48:17whom they trust, is he who does nothing day and night but ceaselessly salute them, praise
2:48:17–2:48:21them as divine, and exalt their greatness."
2:48:21–2:48:26What can we expect of those kings whose standard is a law of deceit, pitiless in the cruelty
2:48:26–2:48:32of its maxims, whose gurus are family priests, with natures made merciless by magic rites,
2:48:32–2:48:36whose teachers are counselors skilled to deceive others, whose hearts are set on a power that
2:48:36–2:48:41hundreds of kings before them have gained and lost, whose skill in weapons is only
2:48:41–2:48:46only to inflict death, whose brothers, tender as their hearts may be with natural affection,
2:48:46–2:48:48are only to be slaughtered.
2:48:48–2:48:53Therefore, my prince, in this post of empire which is terrible in the hundreds of evil
2:48:53–2:48:58and perverse impulses which attend it, and in this season of youth which leads to utter
2:48:58–2:49:03infatuation, thou must strive earnestly not to be scorned by thy people, nor blamed
2:49:03–2:49:09by the good, nor cursed by thy gurus, nor reproached by thy friends, nor grieved over
2:49:09–2:49:11by the wise.
2:49:11–2:49:18Strive, too, that thou be not exposed by knaves, deceived by sharpers, preyed upon by villains,
2:49:18–2:49:23torn to pieces by wolfish courtiers, misled by rascals, deluded by women, cheated by
2:49:23–2:49:29fortune, led a wild dance by pride, maddened by desire, assailed by the things of sense,
2:49:29–2:49:35dragged headlong by passion, carried away by pleasure, double quotes.
2:49:35–2:49:40that by nature thou art steadfast, and that by thy fathers care thou art trained in goodness,
2:49:40–2:49:45and moreover, that wealth only intoxicates the light of nature, and the thoughtless, yet
2:49:45–2:49:49my very delight in thy virtues makes me speak thus at length.
2:49:49–2:49:56Let this saying be ever ringing in thine ears, there is none so wise, so prudent, so magnanimous,
2:49:56–2:50:00so gracious, so steadfast, and so earnest.
2:50:00–2:50:04तो शेमस रेच फृछन किनाद ग्रिन्द हम तो पुव्डर।
2:50:04–2:50:10येट नाट मेश ताओ नजोई तो कन्षक्रेषन अग्ध तो किन्बूड़ बधिप आप आप पिषपसच़।
2:50:10–2:50:14बेर दियोग खन्ध डान तो दी तो ताओ फोर फाधर से बोव्डर।
2:50:14–2:50:20Bow the heads of thy foes, raise the host of thy friends, after thy coronation wander round
2:50:20–2:50:25the world for conquest, and bring under thy sway the earth with its seven continents subdued
2:50:25–2:50:28of your by thy father, double quotes.
2:50:28–2:50:31This is the time to crown thyself with glory.
2:50:31–2:50:37A glorious king has his commands fulfilled as swiftly as a great ascetic.
2:50:37–2:50:42Having said thus much, he was silent, and by his words can drap it a was, as it were,
2:50:42–2:50:51washed, wakened, purified, brightened, bedewed, anointed, adorned, cleansed, and made radiant,
2:50:51–2:50:55and with glad heart he returned after a short time to his own palace.
2:50:55–2:51:01Some days later, on an auspicious day, the king, surrounded by a thousand chiefs, raised
2:51:01–2:51:07aloft, with Cucanas's help, the vessel of consecration, and himself anointed his son,
2:51:07–2:51:11while the rest of the rites were performed by the family priest.
2:51:11–2:51:16The water of consecration was brought from every sacred pool, river and ocean, encircled
2:51:16–2:51:24by every plant, fruit, earth, and gem, mingled with tears of joy, and purified by mantras.
2:51:24–2:51:29At that very moment, while the prince was yet wet with the water of consecration, royal
2:51:29–2:51:34glory passed on to him without leaving Tarapida, as a creeper still clasping its own tree passes
2:51:34–2:51:36to another.
2:51:36–2:51:42way he was anointed from head to foot by villas of Adi, attended by all the Zenana, and full
2:51:42–2:51:46of tender love, with sweet sandal white as moonbeams.
2:51:46–2:51:51He was garlanded with fresh white flowers, decked with lines of Goracana, adorned with
2:51:51–2:51:56an earring of derva grass, clad in two new silken robes with long fringes, white as
2:51:56–2:52:01the moon, bound with an amulet round his hand, tied by the family priest, and had his
2:52:01–2:52:06breast encircled by a pearl necklace, like the circle of the seven rishis come down
2:52:06–2:52:10to see his coronation, strung on filaments from the lotus pool of the royal fortune
2:52:10–2:52:13of yum royalty.
2:52:13–2:52:17From the complete concealment of his body by wreaths of white flowers interwoven and hanging
2:52:17–2:52:23to his knees, soft as moonbeams, and from his wearing snowy robes he was like Narasimha,
2:52:23–2:52:28shaking his thick mane, or like Kailasa, with its flowing streams, or Aravada, rough
2:52:28–2:52:33with the tangled lotus fibers of the heavenly Ganges, or the milky ocean, all covered
2:52:33–2:52:36with flakes of bright foam.
2:52:36–2:52:40Then his father himself for that time took the Chamberlain's wand to make way for him,
2:52:40–2:52:45and he went to the Hall of Assembly and mounted the royal throne, like the moon on Meru's
2:52:45–2:52:46peak.
2:52:46–2:52:50Then, when he had received due homage from the kings, after a short pause the great
2:52:50–2:52:55drum that heralded his setting out on his triumphal course resounded deeply, under
2:52:55–2:52:58the stroke of golden drumsticks.
2:52:58–2:53:02Its sound was as the noise of clouds gathering at the day of doom, or the ocean struck
2:53:02–2:53:08by Mandara, or the foundations of earth by the earthquakes that close an aeon, or a portent
2:53:08–2:53:13cloud, with its flashes of lightning, or the hollow of hell by the blows of the snout of
2:53:13–2:53:14the great bore.
2:53:14–2:53:21And by it sound the spaces of the world were inflated, opened, separated, outspread, filled,
2:53:21–2:53:27turned sun-wise, and deepened, and the bonds that held the sky were unloosed.
2:53:27–2:53:30The echo of it wandered through the three worlds, for it was embraced in the lower
2:53:30–2:53:36world by sesha, with his thousand hoods raised and bristling in fear, it was challenged in
2:53:36–2:53:40space by the elephants of the quarters tossing their tusks in opposition, it was honored with
2:53:40–2:53:46sun-wise turns in the sky by the sun's steeds, tossing their heads in their snort of terror,
2:53:46–2:53:51it was wondrously answered on Kailasa's peak by Sivas Bol, with a roar of joy in the belief
2:53:51–2:53:58that it was his master's loudest laugh, it was met in Meru by Eravada, with deep trumpeting,
2:53:58–2:54:03It was reverenced in the Hall of the Gods by Yamaz-Bul, with his curved horns turned sideways
2:54:03–2:54:08in wrath at so strange a sound, and it was heard in terror by the guardian gods of the world.
2:54:09–2:54:15Then, at the roar of the drum, followed by an outcry of, all hail, from all sides,
2:54:15–2:54:19Kendrapada came down from the throne, and with him went the glory of his foes.
2:54:20–2:54:25He left the Hall of Assembly, followed by a thousand chiefs, who rose hastily around him,
2:54:25–2:54:31Strewing on all sides the large pearls that fell from the strings of their necklaces as they struck against each other,
2:54:31–2:54:35like rice sportively thrown as a good omen for their setting off to conquer the world.
2:54:36–2:54:40He showed like the coral tree amid the white buds of the culpa trees,
2:54:40–2:54:45or Aravada amid the elephants of the quarters be doing him with water from their trunks,
2:54:45–2:54:51or heaven, with the firmament showering stars, or the rainy season with clouds ever pouring heavy drops.
2:54:52–2:54:53Then an elephant was hastily
2:54:53–2:54:59brought by the Mahout, adorned with all auspicious signs for the journey, and on the inner
2:55:00–2:55:30विचार-विमर्शक बाषाक साहित बाषाक साहित बाषाक साहित बाषाक साहित बाषाक साहित बाषाक साहित बाषाक साहित बाषाक साहित बाषाक साहित बाषाक साहित बाषाक साहित बाषाक साहित बाषाक साहित बाषाक साहित बाषाक साहित बाषाक साहित बाषाक साहित ब
2:55:30–2:55:35fire of his own majesty, flashing forth after his coronation.
2:55:35–2:55:40He saw the earth bright as if with his own glow of loyalty when anointed as heir apparent,
2:55:40–2:55:44and the sky crimson as with the flame that heralded the swift destruction of his foes,
2:55:44–2:55:48and daylight rose it as with lack-juice from the feet of the Lakshmi of earth coming to
2:55:48–2:55:50greet him.
2:55:50–2:55:55On the way hosts of kings, with their thousand elephants swaying in confusion, their umbrellas
2:55:55–2:55:59broken by the pressure of the crowd, their crest jewels falling low as their diadems
2:55:59–2:56:05bent in homage, their earrings hanging down, and the jewels falling on their cheeks, bowed
2:56:05–2:56:09low before him, as a trusted general recited their names.
2:56:09–2:56:14The elephant Ganhamadana followed the prince, pink with much red lead, dangling to the
2:56:14–2:56:18ground his ear ornaments of pearls, having his head outlined with many a wreath of
2:56:18–2:56:23white flowers, like Meru with evening sunlight resting on it, the white stream of Ganges
2:56:23–2:56:29falling across it, and the spangled roughness of a bevy of stars on its peak. Before Kendrapida
2:56:29–2:56:35went in Dreada, led by his groom, perfumed with saffron and many hued, with the flash
2:56:35–2:56:41of golden trappings on his limbs. And so the expedition slowly started towards the
2:56:41–2:56:46eastern quarter. Then the whole army set forth with wondrous turmoil, with its forest
2:56:46–2:56:51of umbrellas stirred by the elephants' movements, like an ocean of destruction reflecting
2:56:51–2:56:56on its advancing waves of thousand moons, flooding the earth.
2:56:56–2:57:01When the prince left his palace by Campaena performed every auspicious rite, and then,
2:57:01–2:57:05clothed in white, anointed with an ointment of white flowers, accompanied by a great
2:57:05–2:57:10host of powerful kings, shaded by a white umbrella, followed close on the prince, mounted
2:57:10–2:57:15on a swift elephant, like a second crown prince, and drew near to him like the moon to
2:57:15–2:57:17the sun.
2:57:17–2:57:22Way the earth heard on all sides the cry, the crown prince has started, and shook with the
2:57:22–2:57:25weight of the advancing army.
2:57:25–2:57:31In an instant the earth seemed as it were made of horses, the horizon, of elephants, the atmosphere,
2:57:31–2:57:37of umbrellas, the sky, of forests of pennants, the wind, of the scent of icor, the human
2:57:37–2:57:45race, of kings, the eye, of the rays of jewels, the day, of crests, the universe, of cries
2:57:45–2:57:47of all hail.
2:57:47–2:57:51The dust rose at the advance of the army like a herd of elephants to tear up the lotuses
2:57:51–2:57:56of the sunbeams, or avail to cover the Lakshmi of the three worlds.
2:57:56–2:58:02Day became earthy, the quarters were modelled in clay, the sky was, as it were, resolved
2:58:02–2:58:07in dust, and the whole universe appeared to consist of but one element.
2:58:07–2:58:12When the horizon became clear again, by Kampayana, looking at the mighty host which seemed
2:58:12–2:58:18to rise from the ocean, was filled with wonder, and, turning his glance on every side, said
2:58:18–2:58:23to Kendrapida, What, Prince, has been left unconquered by the mighty King Terrapida,
2:58:23–2:58:25for thee to conquer.
2:58:25–2:58:29What regions unsubdued, for thee to subdue.
2:58:29–2:58:32What fortresses untaken, for thee to take.
2:58:32–2:58:36What continents unappropriated, for thee to appropriate.
2:58:36–2:58:40What treasures ungain'd, for thee to gain.
2:58:40–2:58:42What kings have not been humbled?
2:58:42–2:58:48By whom have the raised hands of salutation, soft as young lotuses, not been placed on the
2:58:48–2:58:49head?
2:58:49–2:58:55By whose brows, encircled with golden bands, have the floors of his halls not been polished?
2:58:55–2:58:59Whose crest jewels have not scraped his footstool?
2:58:59–2:59:02Who have not accepted his staff of office?
2:59:02–2:59:05Who have not waved his cowries?
2:59:05–2:59:08Who have not raised the cry of hail?
2:59:08–2:59:13who have not drunk in with the crocodiles of their crests, though.
2:59:13–2:59:16Radiance of his feet, like pure streams.
2:59:16–2:59:20For all these princes, though they are imbued with the pride of armies, ready in their rough
2:59:20–2:59:26play to plunge into the four oceans, though they are the peers of the great kings Dakaratha,
2:59:26–2:59:32Badjaratha, Bharata, Dilipa, Alarka, and Menathri, though they are anointed princes,
2:59:32–2:59:37soma drinkers, haughty in the pride of birth, yet they bear on the sprays of crests purified
2:59:37–2:59:41with the shower of the water of consecration the dust of thy feet of happy omen, like
2:59:41–2:59:44an amulet of ashes.
2:59:44–2:59:48By them as by fresh noble mountains, the earth is upheld.
2:59:48–2:59:53These their armies that have entered the heart of the ten regions follow thee alone.
2:59:53–2:59:55For lo!
2:59:55–3:00:00Wherever thy glances cast, hell seems to vomit forth armies, the earth to bear
3:00:00–3:00:02नाटक विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
3:00:02–3:00:04नाटक विचार-विमर्शक नाटक विचार-विमर्शक नाटक विचार-विमर्शक
3:00:04–3:00:06नाटक विचार-विमर्शक नाटक विचार-विमर्शक नाटक विचार-विमर्शक
3:00:06–3:00:11and methinks the earth, trampled by the weight of boundless hosts, recalls today the confusion
3:00:11–3:00:14of the battles of the Mahabharata.
3:00:14–3:00:19Here the sun wanders in the groves of penance, with his orb stumbling over their tops, as
3:00:19–3:00:23if he were trying, out of curiosity, to count the banners.
3:00:23–3:00:28The earth is ceaselessly submerged under Ikor sweet as cardamons, and flowing like
3:00:28–3:00:33a plate of hair, from the elephants who scatter it all round, and thick, too, with the
3:00:33–3:00:38murmur of the bees settling on it, so that it shines as if filled with the waves of Yamuna.
3:00:38–3:00:43The lines of moon-white flags hide the horizon, like rivers that in fear of being made turbid
3:00:43–3:00:47by the heavy host have fled to the sky.
3:00:47–3:00:51It is a wonder that the earth has not today been split into a thousand pieces by the
3:00:51–3:00:55weight of the army, and that the bonds of its joints, the noble mountains, are not
3:00:55–3:01:00burst asunder, and that the hoods of Sesha, the Lord of Serpents, in distress at the
3:01:00–3:01:05burden of earth pressed down under the load of troops, do not give way.
3:01:05–3:01:09While he was thus speaking, the prince reached his palace.
3:01:09–3:01:14It was adorned with many lofty triumphal arches, dotted with a thousand pavilions enclosed
3:01:14–3:01:20in grassy ramparts, and bright with many a tent of shining white cloth.
3:01:20–3:01:24Here he dismounted, and performed in kingly wise all-do-rights, and though the kings
3:01:24–3:01:29and ministers who had come together sought to divert him with various tales, he spent
3:01:29–3:01:33the rest of the day in sorrow, for his heart was tortured with bitter grief for his fresh
3:01:33–3:01:36separation from his father.
3:01:36–3:01:40When day was brought to a close he passed the night, too, mostly in sleeplessness, with
3:01:40–3:01:45Vikempayana resting on a couch not far from his own, and Patrolika sleeping hard by on
3:01:45–3:01:50a blanket placed on the ground, his talk was now of his father, now of his mother, now
3:01:50–3:01:54of Kokonasa, and he rested but little.
3:01:54–3:02:00But dawn he arose, and with an army that grew at every march, as it advanced in unchanged
3:02:00–3:02:05order, he hollowed the earth, shook the mountains, dried the rivers, emptied the lakes, crushed
3:02:05–3:02:10the woods to powder, leveled the crooked places, tore down the fortresses, filled up the
3:02:10–3:02:13hollows, and hollowed the solid ground.
3:02:13–3:02:19By degrees, as he wandered at will, he bowed the haughty, exalted the humble, encouraged
3:02:19–3:02:25the fearful, protected the suppliant, rooted out the vicious, and drove out the hostile.
3:02:25–3:02:31He anointed princes in different places, gathered treasures, accepted gifts, took tribute, taught
3:02:31–3:02:36local regulations, established monuments of his visit, made hymns of worship, and inscribed
3:02:36–3:02:43edicts. He honored Brahmins, reverenced saints, protected hermitages, and showed
3:02:43–3:02:49a prowess that won his people's love. He exalted his majesty, heaped up his glory, showed
3:02:49–3:02:55his virtues far and wide, and one renowned for his good deeds. Thus trampling down the
3:02:55–3:03:00woods on the shore, and turning the whole expanse of ocean to gray with the dust of his army,
3:03:00–3:03:06he wandered over the earth. The east was his first conquest, then the southern quarter,
3:03:06–3:03:11marked by Trikanku, then the western quarter, which has Verona for its sign, and immediately
3:03:11–3:03:16afterwards the northern quarter adorned by the seven rishis. Within the three years
3:03:16–3:03:21that he roamed over the world he had subdued the whole earth, with its continents, bounded
3:03:21–3:03:24only by the moat of four oceans.
3:03:24–3:03:31He then, wandering sun-wise, conquered an occupied Sivarnapura, not far from the eastern ocean,
3:03:31–3:03:36the abode of those Karadas who dwell near Kailasa, and are called Himajikudas, and
3:03:36–3:03:41as his army was weary from its worldwide wandering, he encamped there for a few days
3:03:41–3:03:43to rest.
3:03:43–3:03:47One day during his sojourn there he mounted Andreida to hunt, and as he roamed through
3:03:47–3:03:52the wood he beheld a pair of canaras wandering down at will from the mountains.
3:03:52–3:03:57Wondering at the strange sight, and eager to take them, he brought up his horse respectfully
3:03:57–3:03:59near them and approached them.
3:03:59–3:04:04But they hurried on, fearing the unknown sight of a man, and fleeing from him, while
3:04:04–3:04:09he pursued them, doubling Andreida's speed by frequent pats on his neck, and went
3:04:09–3:04:12on alone, leaving his army far behind.
3:04:12–3:04:17on by the idea that he was just catching them, he was born in an instant fifteen leagues
3:04:17–3:04:23from his own quarters by Andreida's speed as it were at one bound, and was left companion-less.
3:04:23–3:04:28The pair of Canaris he was pursuing were climbing a steep hill in front of him.
3:04:28–3:04:33He at length turned away his glance, which was following their progress, and, checked
3:04:33–3:04:36by the steepness of the ascent, reigned in Andreida.
3:04:36–3:04:42Then, seeing that both his horse and himself were tired and heated by their toils,
3:04:42–3:04:46He considered for a moment, and laughed at himself as he thought, Why have I thus wearied
3:04:46–3:04:50myself for nothing, like a child?
3:04:50–3:04:53What matters it whether I catch the pair of canaras or not?
3:04:53–3:04:56If caught, what is the good?
3:04:56–3:04:59If missed, what is the harm?
3:04:59–3:05:00What a folly this is!
3:05:00–3:05:30विचार-विमर्शक बाषाक साहित्य, समालोचना, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता
3:05:30–3:05:33My earnest labor and a worthy ambition has been brought to naught.
3:05:34–3:05:38Why have I been so mad as to leave my followers behind and come so far?
3:05:39–3:05:43And why have I earned for myself the ridicule I should bestow on another,
3:05:43–3:05:47when I think how aimlessly I have followed these monsters with their horses' heads?
3:05:48–3:05:51I know not how far off is the army that follows me.
3:05:52–3:05:55For the swiftness of Andrei at a traverse is a vast space in a moment,
3:05:55–3:05:59and his speed prevented my noticing as I came by what path I should turn back,
3:06:00–3:06:05for my eyes were fixed on the canars, and now I am in a great forest, spread underfoot with dry
3:06:05–3:06:12leaves, with a dense growth of creepers, underwood, and branching trees. Rome as I may hear I cannot
3:06:12–3:06:18light on any mortal who can show me the way to Svarnapura. I have often heard that Svarnapura
3:06:18–3:06:24is the farthest bound of earth to the north, and that beyond it lies a supernatural forest,
3:06:24–3:06:30and beyond that again is Kailasa. This then is Kailasa, so I must turn back now,
3:06:30–3:06:36and resolutely seek to make my way unaided to the south. For a man must bear the fruit of his own
3:06:36–3:06:42faults. With this purpose he shook the reins in his left hand, and turned the horse's head.
3:06:43–3:06:48Then he again reflected, the blessed sun with glowing light now adorns the south,
3:06:48–3:06:50as if he were the zone gem of the glory of day.
3:06:50–3:06:56day. In dreata is tired, I will just let him eat a few mouthfuls of grass, and then let
3:06:56–3:07:00him bathe and drink in some mountain rail or river, and when he is refreshed I will myself
3:07:00–3:07:05drink some water, and after resting a short time under the shade of a tree, I will set
3:07:05–3:07:11out again. So thinking, constantly turning his eyes on every side for water, he wandered
3:07:11–3:07:15till at length he saw a track wet with masses of mud raised by the feet of a large
3:07:15–3:07:21troop of mountain elephants, who had lately come up from bathing in a lotus pool.
3:07:21–3:07:26In furring dense that there was water near, he went straight on along the slope of Kailasa,
3:07:26–3:07:31the trees of which, closely crowded as they were, seemed, from their lack of boughs,
3:07:31–3:07:37to be far apart, for they were mostly pines, cow, and gum-olibbenum trees, and were lofty,
3:07:37–3:07:42and like a circle of umbrellas, to be gazed at with upraised head.
3:07:42–3:07:47There was thick yellow sand, and by reason of the stony soil the grass and shrubs were
3:07:47–3:07:49but scanty.
3:07:49–3:07:54At length he beheld, on the northeast of Kailasa, a very lofty clump of trees, rising like
3:07:54–3:07:59a mass of clouds, heavy with its weight of rain, and massed as if with the darkness
3:07:59–3:08:01of A.
3:08:01–3:08:03Night in the dark fortnight.
3:08:03–3:08:09The wind from the waves, soft as sandal, dewy, cool from passing over the water, aromatic
3:08:09–3:08:14with flowers, met him, and seen to woo him, and the cries of Callahams as drunk with
3:08:14–3:08:18lotus-honey, charming his ear, summoned him to enter.
3:08:18–3:08:23So he went into that clump, and in its midst beheld the Akkoda Lake, as if it were the
3:08:23–3:08:27mirror of the Lakshmi of the three worlds, the crystal chamber of the goddess of earth,
3:08:27–3:08:32the path by which the waters of ocean escape, the oozing of the quarters, the avatar
3:08:32–3:08:38of part of the sky, Kailasa taught to flow, Himavat liquefied, moonlight melted,
3:08:38–3:08:43a smile turned to water, the merit of the three worlds abiding in the shape of a lake,
3:08:43–3:08:50a range of hills of lapis lazuli changed into water, or a mass of. Autumn clouds poured
3:08:50–3:08:56down in one spot. From its clearness it might be Varanus' mirror, it seemed to be fashioned
3:08:56–3:09:00of the hearts of ascetics, the virtues of good men, the bright eyes of deer, or the
3:09:00–3:09:07rays of pearls. Like the person of a great man, it showed clearly the signs of fish,
3:09:07–3:09:12crocodile, tortoise, and cock-ra, like the story of Kartikey, the lamentations of the
3:09:12–3:09:18wives of Kronka resounded in it, it was shaken by the wings of white Daraastras, as the Mahabharata
3:09:18–3:09:24by the rivalry of Pandavas and Daraastras, and the drinking of poison by Siva was represented
3:09:24–3:09:28by the drinking of its water by peacocks, as if it were the time of the churning
3:09:28–3:09:36of ocean. It was fair, like a god, with a gaze that never wavers. Like a feudal argument,
3:09:36–3:09:41It seemed to have no end, and was a lake most fair and gladdening to the eyes.
3:09:41–3:09:46The very sight of it seemed to remove Kendrapida's wearingness, and as he gazed he thought, though
3:09:46–3:09:51my pursuit of the horse-faced pair was fruitless, yet now that I see this lake it has gained
3:09:51–3:09:53its reward.
3:09:53–3:09:57My eyes reward in beholding all that is to be seen has now been one, the furthest
3:09:57–3:10:00point of all fair things seen, the limit
3:10:00–3:10:02विचार-विमर्चि। विचार-विमर्चि।
3:10:02–3:10:04विचार-विमर्चि। विचार-विमर्चि।
3:10:04–3:10:06विचार-विमर्चि। विचार-विमर्चि।
3:10:06–3:10:08विचार-विमर्चि। विचार-विमर्चि।
3:10:08–3:10:10विचार-विमर्चि। विचार-विमर्चि।
3:10:10–3:10:12sight beheld.
3:10:12–3:10:17By creating this lake water, sweet as nectar, the Creator has made His own labor of creation
3:10:17–3:10:19superfluous.
3:10:19–3:10:24For this, too, like the nectar that gladdens all the senses, produces joy to the eye by
3:10:24–3:10:29its purity, offers the pleasure of touch by its coolness, gladdens the sense of smell
3:10:29–3:10:33by the fragrance of its lotuses, pleases the ear with the ceaseless murmur of its
3:10:33–3:10:38hamsas, and delights the taste with its sweetness.
3:10:38–3:10:42it is from eagerness to behold this that Siva leaves not his infatuation for dwelling on
3:10:42–3:10:44Kailasa.
3:10:44–3:10:50Surely Krishna no longer follows his own natural desire as to a watery couch, for he sleeps
3:10:50–3:10:56on the ocean, with its water bitter with salt, and leaves this water sweet as nectar.
3:10:56–3:11:01Nor is this, in sooth, the primeval lake, for the earth, when fearing the blows of
3:11:01–3:11:05the tusks of the bore of destruction, entered the ocean, all the waters of which were
3:11:05–3:11:11designed but to be a draft for Agistia, whereas, if it had plunged into this mighty lake, deep
3:11:11–3:11:18as many deep hells, it could not have been reached, I say not by one, but not even by a thousand boars.
3:11:19–3:11:23Verily it is from this lake that the clouds of doom at the seasons of final destruction draw
3:11:23–3:11:27little by little their water when they overwhelm the interstices of the universe,
3:11:27–3:11:33and darken all the quarters with their destroying storm. And methinks that the world, Brahma's
3:11:33–3:11:38egg, which in the beginning of creation was made of water, was massed together and placed
3:11:38–3:11:40here under the guise of a lake.
3:11:40–3:11:45So thinking, he reached the south bank, dismounted and took off and dred his harness, and the
3:11:45–3:11:50latter rolled on the ground, arose, ate some mouthfuls of grass, and then the prince
3:11:50–3:11:55took him down to the lake, and let him drink and bathe at will.
3:11:55–3:11:59After that, the prince took off his bridle, bound two of his feet by a golden chain
3:11:59–3:12:05to the lower bow of a tree hard-by, and, cutting off with his daggers some durva grass from
3:12:05–3:12:10the bank of the lake, threw it before the horse, and went back himself to the water.
3:12:10–3:12:17He washed his hands, and feasted, like the kataka, on water, like the kakravaka, he
3:12:17–3:12:23tasted pieces of lotus fiber, like the moon with its beams, he touched the moon lotuses
3:12:23–3:12:28with his fingertips, like a snake, he welcomed the breeze of the waves, like one wounded
3:12:28–3:12:33with love's arrows, he placed a covering of lotus leaves on his breast, like a mountain
3:12:33–3:12:38elephant, when the tip of his trunk is wet with spray, he adorned his hands with spray-washed
3:12:38–3:12:44lotuses. Then with dewy lotus leaves, with freshly broken fibers, he made a couch on
3:12:44–3:12:51a rock-embowered in creepers, and rolling up his cloak for a pillow, lay down to sleep.
3:12:51–3:12:55After a short rest, he heard on the north bank of the lake a sweet sound of unearthly
3:12:55–3:13:00— born on the ear, and blent with the cords of the vena.
3:13:00–3:13:05Indreada heard it first, and letting fall the grass he was eating, with ears fixed and neck
3:13:05–3:13:08arched, turned towards the voice.
3:13:08–3:13:12The prince, as he heard it, rose from his lotus couch in curiosity to see whence this
3:13:12–3:13:18song could arise in a place deserted by men, and cast his glance towards the region,
3:13:18–3:13:23but, from the great distance, he was unable, though he strained his eyes to the utmost,
3:13:23–3:13:29discern anything, although he ceaselessly heard the sound. Desiring in his evenness to know
3:13:29–3:13:34its source, he determined to depart, and saddling and mounting in dreida, he set forth by the
3:13:34–3:13:41western forest path, making the song his goal, the deer, albeit unasked, were his guides,
3:13:41–3:13:45as they rushed on in front, delighting in the music.
3:13:45–3:13:49Welcomed by the breezes of Kailasa, he went towards that spot, which was surrounded
3:13:49–3:13:55by trees on all sides and at the foot of the slope of Kailasa, on the left bank of the
3:13:55–3:14:00lake, called Kandraprabha, which whitened the whole region with a splendor as of moonlight,
3:14:00–3:14:03he beheld an empty temple of Siva.
3:14:03–3:14:07As he entered the temple he was whitened by the falling on him of Katakipalan, tossed
3:14:07–3:14:12by the wind, as if for the sake of seeing Siva he had been forcibly made to perform
3:14:12–3:14:16a vow of putting on ashes, or as if he were robed in the pure merits of entering
3:14:16–3:14:22the temple, and, in a crystal shrine resting on four pillars, he beheld Siva, the forefaced,
3:14:22–3:14:27teacher of the world, the God whose feet are honored by the universe, with his emblem,
3:14:27–3:14:30the linga, made of pure pearl.
3:14:30–3:14:35Homage had been paid to the deity by shining lotuses of the heavenly Ganges, that might
3:14:35–3:14:40be mistaken for crests of pearls, freshly plucked and wet, with drops falling from
3:14:40–3:14:45the ends of their leaves, like fragments of the moon's disc split and set upright,
3:14:45–3:14:50Or like parts of Siva's own smile, or scraps of seshes hood, or brothers of Krishna's
3:14:50–3:14:53conch, or the heart of the milky ocean.
3:14:53–3:14:59But seated in a posture of meditation, to the right of the God, facing Him, can drape
3:14:59–3:15:00it a beheld the maiden.
3:15:00–3:15:30वाव्डिन वाव्डिन वाव्डिन वाव्डिन वाव्डिन वाव्डिन वाव्डिन वाव्डिन वाव्डिन वाव्डिन वाव्डिन वाव्डिन वाव्डिन वाव्डिन वाव्डिन वाव्डिन वाव्डिन वाव्डिन वाव्डिन वाव्डिन वाव्डिन वाव्डिन वा
3:15:30–3:15:34form concealed her limbs as though she had entered a crystal shrine, or had plunged into
3:15:34–3:15:40a sea of milk, or were hidden in spotless silk, or were caught on the surface of a mirror, or
3:15:40–3:15:42were veiled in autumn clouds.
3:15:42–3:15:47She seemed to be fashioned from the quintessence of whiteness, without the bevy of helps for
3:15:47–3:15:52the creation of the body that consists of matter formed of the five gross elements.
3:15:52–3:15:57She was like sacrifice impersonate, come to worship Siva, in fear of being seized by the
3:15:57–3:16:03unworthy, or rithi, undertaking a rite of propitiation to conciliate him, for the sake
3:16:03–3:16:09of Kama's body, or Lakshmi, goddess of the milky ocean, longing for a digit of Siva's
3:16:09–3:16:13moon, her familiar friend of yours when they dwelt together in the deep, or the embodied
3:16:13–3:16:18moon seeking Siva's protection from Rahu, or the beauty of Aravada, come to fulfill
3:16:18–3:16:24Siva's wish to wear an elephant's skin, or the brightness of the smile on the right
3:16:24–3:16:29face of Siva become manifest and taking a separate abode, or the white ash with which Siva
3:16:29–3:16:35besprinkles himself, in bodily shape, or moonlight made manifest to dispel the darkness of Siva's
3:16:35–3:16:41neck, or the embodied purity of Gauri's mind, or the impersonate chastity of Kartikey, or
3:16:41–3:16:45the brightness of Siva's bowl, dwelling apart from his body, or the wealth of flowers
3:16:45–3:16:51on the temple trees come of themselves to worship Siva, or the fulness of Brahma's
3:16:51–3:16:56penance come down to earth, or the glory of the Prajapatis of the golden age, resting
3:16:56–3:17:01after the fatigue of wandering through the seven worlds, or the three Vedas, dwelling
3:17:01–3:17:05in the woods in grief at the overthrow of righteousness in the Kali age, or the germ
3:17:05–3:17:11of a future golden age, in the form of a maiden, or the fullness of a muni's contemplation,
3:17:11–3:17:17in human shape, or a troop of heavenly elephants, falling into confusion on reaching the heavenly
3:17:17–3:17:21Ganges, or the beauty of Kailasa.
3:17:21–3:17:25Even in dread of being uprooted by Ravana, or the Lakshmi of the Kveta Vipa come to
3:17:25–3:17:30behold another continent, or the grace of an opening kaka-blossom looking for the autumn,
3:17:30–3:17:34or the brightness of Sesh's body leaving hell and come to earth, or the brilliance of
3:17:34–3:17:39Borama, which had left him in weariness of his intoxication, or a succession of bright
3:17:39–3:17:42fortnight's mass together.
3:17:42–3:17:46She seemed from her whiteness to have taken a share from all the hamsas, or to have
3:17:46–3:17:50come from the heart of righteousness, or to have been fashioned from a shell, or drawn
3:17:50–3:17:56from a pearl, or formed from lotus fibers, or made of flakes of ivory, or purified by
3:17:56–3:18:01brushes of moonbeams, or inlaid with lime, or whitened with foamballs of ambrosia, or
3:18:01–3:18:07laved in streams of quicksilver, or rubbed with melted silver, or dug out from the moon's
3:18:07–3:18:13orb, or decked with the hues of Kataja, Jasmine, and Sinduvarah.
3:18:13–3:18:19She seemed, in truth, to be the very furthest bound of whiteness.
3:18:19–3:18:24Her head was bright with matted locks hanging on her shoulders, made, as it were, of the
3:18:24–3:18:28brightness of morning rays taken from the sun on the eastern mountain, tawny like the
3:18:28–3:18:33quivering splendor of flashing lightning, and, being wet from recent bathing, marked with
3:18:33–3:18:37the dust of Sivah's feet clasped in her devotion, she bore Sivah's feet marked with
3:18:37–3:18:43his name in jewels on her head, fastened with a band of hair, and her brow had a sectarial
3:18:43–3:18:50mark of ashes pure as the dust of stars ground by the heels of the sun's horses.
3:18:50–3:18:55She was a goddess, and her age could not be known by earthly reckoning, but she resembled
3:18:55–3:18:58a maiden of eighteen summers.
3:18:58–3:19:03Having beheld her, Candrapeta dismounted, tied his horse to a bow, and then, reverently
3:19:03–3:19:08bowing before the blessed Siva, gazed again on that heavenly maiden with a steady unswerving
3:19:08–3:19:15glance. And as her beauty, grace, and serenity stirred his wonder, the thought arose in him,
3:19:15–3:19:21how in this world each matter in its turn becomes of no value. For when I was pursuing
3:19:21–3:19:26the pair of Canaris wantonly and vainly I beheld this most beautiful place, inaccessible
3:19:26–3:19:31to men, and haunted by the immortals. Then in my search for water I saw this delightful
3:19:31–3:19:38Lake sought by the Siddas. While I rested on its bank I heard a divine song, and as I followed
3:19:38–3:19:44the sound, this divine maiden, too fair for mortal sight, met my eyes. For I cannot doubt
3:19:44–3:19:51her divinity. Her very beauty proclaims her a goddess. And whence in the world of men
3:19:51–3:19:57could there arise such harmonies of heavenly minstrelsy? If, therefore, she vanishes not
3:19:57–3:20:00from my site, nor mounts the summit of Kailasa.
3:20:00–3:20:04नाटक विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
3:20:04–3:20:08नाटक विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
3:20:08–3:20:12नाटक विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
3:20:12–3:20:16नाटक विमर्शक रेक।
3:20:16–3:20:20नाटक विमर्शक रेक।
3:20:20–3:20:24नाटक विमर्शक रेक।
3:20:24–3:20:28नाटक विमर्शक रेक।
3:20:28–3:20:34basins to Siva, and then turning round, with a glance by nature clear, and by the power.
3:20:34–3:20:40Of Penance confident, she, as it were, gave courage to Kendrapada, as if thereby she
3:20:40–3:20:45were sprinkling him with merits, leaving him with holy water, purifying him with Penance,
3:20:45–3:20:50freeing him from stain, giving him his heart's desire, and leading him to purity.
3:20:50–3:20:53Hail to my guest, said she.
3:20:53–3:20:56How has my Lord reached this place?
3:20:56–3:21:01Rise, draw near, and receive a guest's due welcome.
3:21:01–3:21:06So she spake, and he, deeming himself honored even by her daining to speak with him, reverently
3:21:06–3:21:09arose and bowed before her.
3:21:09–3:21:14As thou biddest, lady, he replied, and showed his courtesy by following in her steps like
3:21:14–3:21:16a pupil.
3:21:16–3:21:21And on the way he thought, lo, even when she beheld me she did not vanish.
3:21:21–3:21:26Truly a hope of asking her questions has taken hold of my heart.
3:21:26–3:21:30And when I see the courteous welcome, rich in kindness, of this maiden, for though she
3:21:30–3:21:35be with a beauty rare in aesthetics, I surely trust that at my petition she will tell me
3:21:35–3:21:37all her story.
3:21:37–3:21:43Having gone about a hundred paces, he beheld a cave, with its entrance veiled by dense tameless,
3:21:43–3:21:47showing even by day and night of their own, its edge was vocal with the glad bees' deep
3:21:47–3:21:51murmur on the bowers of creepers with their opening blossoms.
3:21:51–3:21:55It was bedoed with torrents that in their sheer descent fell in foam, dashing against
3:21:55–3:22:00the white rock and cleft by the ax-like points of the jagged cliff. With a shrill crash
3:22:00–3:22:06as the cold spray rose up and broke, it was like a mass of waving cowries.
3:22:06–3:22:11Hanging from a door, from the cascade streaming down on either side, white as Sivis' smile,
3:22:11–3:22:14or as pearly frost.
3:22:14–3:22:19Within was a circle of jeweled pitchers. On one side hung a veil worn in sacred meditation,
3:22:19–3:22:24a clean pair of shoes made of coconut matting hung on a peg, one corner held a bark
3:22:24–3:22:29bed gray with dust scattered by the ashes the maiden wore, the place of honor was filled
3:22:29–3:22:33by a bowl of shell carved with a chisel, like the orb of the moon, and close by there stood
3:22:33–3:22:36a gourd of ashes.
3:22:36–3:22:40On the rock at the entrance Candrapada took his seat, and when the maiden, having laid
3:22:40–3:22:45her loot on the pillow of the bark bed, took in a leafy cup some water from the cascade
3:22:45–3:22:51to offer to her guest, and he said as she approached, enough of these thy great toils.
3:22:51–3:22:53Seize this excess of grace.
3:22:53–3:22:59We persuaded, lady, let this too great honor be abandoned.
3:22:59–3:23:06The very sight of thee, like the Agamarshana him, stills all evil and suffoceth for purification.
3:23:06–3:23:08Dane to take thy seat.
3:23:08–3:23:13Yet being urged by her, he reverently, with head bent low, accepted all the homage she
3:23:13–3:23:16gave to her guest.
3:23:16–3:23:21When her cares for her guest were over, she sat down on another rock, and after a short
3:23:21–3:23:25silence he told, at her request, the whole story of his coming in pursuit of the pair
3:23:25–3:23:30of Canaris, beginning with his expedition of conquest.
3:23:30–3:23:35The maiden then rose, and, taking a begging bowl, wandered among the trees round the temple,
3:23:35–3:23:40and ere long her bowl was filled with fruits that had fallen of their own accord.
3:23:40–3:23:45As she invited Candrapada to the enjoyment of them, the thought arose in his heart,
3:23:45–3:23:49of a truth that is not beyond the power of penance.
3:23:49–3:23:54For it is a great marvel how the lords of the forest, albeit devoid of sense, yet, like
3:23:54–3:24:01beings endowed with sense, gain honor for themselves by casting down their fruits for this maiden.
3:24:01–3:24:05A wondrous sight is this, and one never seen before.
3:24:05–3:24:11So, marveling yet more, he brought Andreida to that spot, unsaddled him, and tied him
3:24:11–3:24:12up hard by.
3:24:12–3:24:18Then, having bathed in the torrent, he per-took of the fruits, sweet as ambrosia, and
3:24:18–3:24:23drank the cool water of the cascade, and having rinsed his mouth, he waited apart while the
3:24:23–3:24:27maiden enjoyed her repast of water, roots, and fruit.
3:24:27–3:24:32When her meal was ended and she had set her evening prayer, and taken her seat fearlessly
3:24:32–3:24:37on the rock, the prince quietly approached her, and sitting down near her, paused a while
3:24:37–3:24:39and then respectfully said,
3:24:39–3:24:45Lady, the folly that besets mankind impels me even against my will to question thee,
3:24:45–3:24:50and bewildered by a curiosity that has taken courage from that kindness.
3:24:50–3:24:55For even the slightest grace of a lord emboldens a weak nature, even a short time spent together
3:24:55–3:24:57creates intimacy.
3:24:57–3:25:00Even a slight acceptance of homage produces affection.
3:25:00–3:25:30देर्फोर, अछिद विरी दि नाथ, अछिद विरी दि नाथ, अछिद विरी दि नाथ, अछिद विरी दि नाथ, अछिद नाथ, अछिद नाथ, अछिद नाथ, अछिद नाथ, अछिद नाथ, अछिद नाथ, अछिद नाथ, अछिद नाथ, अछिद नाथ, अछिद नाथ
3:25:30–3:25:35from this Thy peace from all thoughts of earth. This is marvelous in mine eyes.
3:25:36–3:25:42And wherefore hast Thou left the heavenly hermitages that gods may win, and that hold all things
3:25:42–3:25:48needful for the highest saints, to dwell alone in this deserted wood? And whereby hath Thy body,
3:25:48–3:25:54though formed of the five gross elements, put on this pure whiteness? Never have I heard or
3:25:54–3:25:56seen-ought such as this.
3:25:56–3:26:01I pray thee dispel my curiosity, and tell me all I ask.
3:26:01–3:26:07For a little time she pondered his request in silence, and then she began to weep noiselessly,
3:26:07–3:26:12and her eyes were blinded by tears which fell in large drops, carrying with them the purity
3:26:12–3:26:16of her heart, showering down the innocence of her senses, distilling the essence of
3:26:16–3:26:22asceticism, dropping in a liquid form the brightness of her eyes, most pure, falling
3:26:22–3:26:27on her white cheeks like a broken string of pearls, unceasing, splashing on her bosom
3:26:27–3:26:29covered by the bark robe.
3:26:29–3:26:35And as he beheld her weeping can drapita reflected, how hardly can misfortune be warded off, if
3:26:35–3:26:40it takes for its own a beauty like this, which one might have deemed beyond its might.
3:26:40–3:26:46Of a truth there is none whom the sorrows of life in the body leave untouched.
3:26:46–3:26:50Strong indeed is the working of the opposed powers of pleasure and pain.
3:26:50–3:26:56her tears have created in me a further curiosity, even greater than before.
3:26:56–3:27:01It is no slight grief that can take its abode in a form like hers.
3:27:01–3:27:05For it is not a feeble blow that causes the earth to tremble.
3:27:05–3:27:10While his curiosity was thus increased he felt himself guilty of recalling her grief,
3:27:10–3:27:15and rising, brought in his folded hand from the torrent some water to bathe her face.
3:27:15–3:27:20But she, though the torrent of her tears was in no wise checked by his gentleness,
3:27:20–3:27:25bathed her reddened eyes, and drying her face with the edge of her bark robe, slowly said
3:27:25–3:27:31with a long and bitter sigh, Wherefore, Prince, wilt thou hear the story of my ascetic life,
3:27:31–3:27:33all unfit for thy ears.
3:27:33–3:27:39For cruel has been my heart, hard my destiny, and evil my condition, even for my birth.
3:27:39–3:27:44Still, if thy desire to know be great, harken!
3:27:44–3:27:48It has come within the range of our hearing, usually directed to auspicious knowledge,
3:27:48–3:27:53But there are in the abode of the gods maidens called Absurases.
3:27:53–3:27:55Of these there are fourteen families.
3:27:55–3:28:00One sprung from the mind of Brahma, another from the Vedas, another from fire, another
3:28:00–3:28:04from the wind, another from nectar when it was churned, another from water, another from
3:28:04–3:28:10the sun's rays, another from the moon's beams, another from earth, and another from lightning.
3:28:10–3:28:14One was fashioned by death, and another created by love.
3:28:14–3:28:20besides, Daksha, father of all, had among his many daughters too, Muni and Arista, and
3:28:20–3:28:23from their union with the Gondarves were.
3:28:23–3:28:26Sprung the other two families.
3:28:26–3:28:30These are, in sum, the fourteen races.
3:28:30–3:28:35But from the Gondarves and the daughters of Daksha sprang these two families.
3:28:35–3:28:40Here Muni bore a sixteenth son, by name Satreitha, who excelled in virtue Senna and
3:28:40–3:28:43all the rest of his fifteen brothers.
3:28:43–3:28:48For his heroism was famed through the three worlds, his dignity was increased by the name
3:28:48–3:28:53of friend, bestowed by Indra, whose lotus feet are caressed by the crests of the gods cast
3:28:53–3:28:58down before him, and even in childhood he gained the sovereignty of all the Gandharvas
3:28:58–3:29:02by a right arm tinged with the flashing of his sword.
3:29:02–3:29:03Not far.
3:29:03–3:29:09Hence, north of the land of Bharata, is his dwelling, Hemakutta, a boundary mountain
3:29:09–3:29:11in the Kimpurusha country.
3:29:11–3:29:16There, protected by his arm, dwell innumerable gondarves.
3:29:16–3:29:22By him this pleasant wood, Chitreretha, was made, this great lake Akkoda was dug out,
3:29:22–3:29:25and this image of Siva was fashioned.
3:29:25–3:29:31But the son of Arishta, in the second gondarve family, was as a child anointed king by Chitreretha,
3:29:31–3:29:36lord of the gondarves, and now holds royal rank, and with a countless retinue of gondarves
3:29:36–3:29:38dwells likewise on this mountain.
3:29:38–3:29:44Now, from that family of apso-races which sprang from the moon's nectar was born a maiden,
3:29:44–3:29:48fashioned as though by the grace of all the moon's digits poured in one stream, gladdening
3:29:48–3:29:54the eyes of the universe, moonbeam fair, in name and nature a second gory.
3:29:54–3:30:00Herhamsa, lord of the second family, would, as the milky ocean the Ganges, with him
3:30:00–3:30:30नाटक विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्�
3:30:30–3:30:35I spent my childhood, past from lap to lap of the gondar of dames, like a loot, as I murmured
3:30:35–3:30:40the prattle of babyhood, ignorant as yet of the sorrows of love, but in time fresh youth
3:30:40–3:30:45came to me as the honey-month to the spring, fresh shoots to the honey-month, flowers
3:30:45–3:30:50to the fresh shoots, bees to the flowers, and honey to the bees.
3:30:50–3:30:53Double quotes and one day in the month of honey I went down with my mother to the
3:30:53–3:30:58Akota Lake to bathe, when its beauties were spread wide in the spring, and all its
3:30:58–3:31:04lotuses were in flower, double quotes. I worshiped the pictures of Siva, attended by Bringeriti,
3:31:04–3:31:09which were carved on the rocks of the bank by Parvati when she came down to Bath,
3:31:09–3:31:13and which had the reverential attendance of ascetics portrayed by the thin footprints left
3:31:13–3:31:21in the dust. How beautiful! I cried, Is this bower of creepers, with its clusters of flowers
3:31:21–3:31:25of which the bee's weight has broken the center and bowed the filaments, this mango
3:31:25–3:31:30is fully in flower, and the honey pours through the holes in the stalks of its buds, which
3:31:30–3:31:35the cuckoo's sharp claws have pierced, how cool this sandal avenue, which the serpents,
3:31:35–3:31:40terrified at the murmur of hosts of wild peacocks, have deserted, how delightful the
3:31:40–3:31:46waving creepers, which betray by their fallen blossoms the swinging of the wood. Nymphs
3:31:46–3:31:50upon them, how pleasant the foot of the trees on the bank where the callahansas have
3:31:50–3:31:55left the line of their steps imprinted in the pollen of many a flower.
3:31:55–3:32:00One on thus by the ever-growing charms of the wood, I wandered with my companions.
3:32:00–3:32:05And at a certain spot I smelt the fragrance of a flower strongly borne on the wind, overpowering
3:32:05–3:32:10that of all the rest, though the wood was in full blossom, it drew near, and by its
3:32:10–3:32:16great sweetness seemed to anoint, to delight, and to fill the sense of smell.
3:32:16–3:32:20Bees followed it, seeking to make it their own, it was truly a perfume unknown here
3:32:20–3:32:23to fore, and fit for the gods.
3:32:23–3:32:28I, too, eager to learn whence it came, with eyes turned into buds, and drawn on like a
3:32:28–3:32:33bee by that scent, and attracting to me the callahamsas of the lake by the jangling of
3:32:33–3:32:38my anklets loudly clashed in the tremulous speed of my curiosity, advanced a few steps
3:32:38–3:32:42and beheld a graceful youthful ascetic coming down to bathe.
3:32:42–3:32:47He was like spring-doing penance in grief for love made the fuel of Siva's fire,
3:32:47–3:32:51or the crescent on Siva's brow performing a vow to win a full orb, or love restrained
3:32:51–3:32:56in his eagerness to conquer Siva, by his great splendor he appeared to be girt by a cage
3:32:56–3:33:01of quivering lightning, and bosomed in the globe of the summer sun, or encircled in the
3:33:01–3:33:07flames of a furnace, by the brightness of his form, flashing forth ever more and more,
3:33:07–3:33:13yellow as lamplight, he made the grove a tawny gold, his locks were yellow and soft
3:33:13–3:33:19like an amulet dyed in Goracana. The line of ashes on his brow made him like Ganges
3:33:19–3:33:25with the line of a fresh sandbank, as though it were a sandalmark to win Sarasvati, and
3:33:25–3:33:29played the part of a banner of holiness, his eyebrows were an arch rising high over the
3:33:29–3:33:34abode of men's curses, his eyes were so long that he seemed to wear them as a chaplet,
3:33:34–3:33:39he shared with the deer the beauty of their glance, his nose was long in aquiline, the
3:33:39–3:33:44citron of his lower lip was rosy as with the glow of youth, which was refused an entrance
3:33:44–3:33:47to his heart.
3:33:47–3:33:51With his beardless cheek he was like a fresh lotus, the filaments of which have not yet
3:33:51–3:33:55been tossed by the bees in their sport, he was adorned with a sacrificial thread like
3:33:55–3:34:01the bent string of love's bow, or a filament from the lotus grove of the pool of penance,
3:34:01–3:34:05in one hand he bore a pitcher like a cassara fruit with its stalk, in the other a crystal
3:34:05–3:34:11rosary, strong as it were with the tears of wreathe wailing in grief for love's death.
3:34:11–3:34:15His loins were girt with a mungergrass girdle, as though he had assumed a halo, having
3:34:15–3:34:20Outvide the sun by his innate splendor, the office of Vestcher was performed by the bark
3:34:20–3:34:25of the heavenly coral tree, bright as the pink eyelid of an old partridge, and washed
3:34:25–3:34:30in the waves of the heavenly Ganges, he was the ornament of ascetic life, the youthful
3:34:30–3:34:35grace of holiness, the delight of Sarasvati, the chosen Lord of all the sciences, and
3:34:35–3:34:39the meeting place of all divine tradition.
3:34:39–3:34:44He had, like the summer season, his Aschata, he had, like a winter wood, the brightness
3:34:44–3:34:50of opening millet, and he had liked the month of honey, a face adorned with white tilica.
3:34:50–3:34:55With him there was a youthful ascetic gathering flowers to worship the gods, his equal in
3:34:55–3:34:58age and a friend worthy of himself.
3:34:58–3:35:00Then I saw a wondrous spray of flowers.
3:35:00–3:35:02नाटक आविचार-विमर्शक रेक।
3:35:02–3:35:04नाटक आविचार-विमर्शक रेक।
3:35:04–3:35:06नाटक आविचार-विमर्शक रेक।
3:35:06–3:35:08नाटक आविचार-विमर्शक रेक।
3:35:08–3:35:10नाटक आविचार-विमर्शक रेक।
3:35:10–3:35:12नाटक आविचार-विमर्शक रेक।
3:35:12–3:35:17adorned's love's elephant, it was wooed by the bees, the pleiades lented their grace,
3:35:17–3:35:19and its honey was nectar.
3:35:19–3:35:25Surely, I decided, this is the fragrance which makes all other flowers scentless, and gazing
3:35:25–3:35:30at the youthful ascetic, the thought arose in my mind, ah, how lavish is the Creator
3:35:30–3:35:35who has skilled to produce the highest perfection of form, for he has compounded comma of
3:35:35–3:35:40all miraculous beauty, excelling the universe, and yet has created this ascetic even
3:35:40–3:35:45more fair, surpassing him, like a second love-god, born of enchantment.
3:35:45–3:35:50Me thinks that when Brahma made the moon's orb to gladden the world, and the lotus is
3:35:50–3:35:54to be Lakshmi's palace of delight, he was but practicing to gain skill for the creation
3:35:54–3:35:59of this ascetic's face, why else should such things be created?
3:35:59–3:36:03Surely it is false that the sun with its rays Sushumna drinks all the digits of the
3:36:03–3:36:07moon as it wanes in the dark fortnight, for their beams are cast down to enter this
3:36:07–3:36:09fair form.
3:36:09–3:36:15How otherwise could there be such grace in one who lives in weary penance, beauty's destroyer?
3:36:15–3:36:21As I thus thought, love, beauty's firm adherent, who knows not good from ill, and who is ever
3:36:21–3:36:26at hand to the young, enthralled me, together with my sighs, as the madness of spring takes
3:36:26–3:36:28captive the bee.
3:36:28–3:36:33Then with a right eye gazing steadily, the eyelashes half closed, the iris darkened
3:36:33–3:36:38by the pupil's tremulous side long glance, I looked long on him.
3:36:38–3:36:44With this glance I, as it were, drank him in, besought him, told him I was holy his, offered
3:36:44–3:36:49my heart, tried to enter into him with my whole soul, sought to be absorbed in him, implored
3:36:49–3:36:54his protection to save love's victim, showed my suppliant state that asked for a place in
3:36:54–3:36:58his heart, and though I asked myself, what is this shameful feeling that has arisen
3:36:58–3:37:03in me, unseemly and unworthy and noble maiden, yet knowing this?
3:37:03–3:37:07I could not master myself, but with great difficulty stood firm, gazing.
3:37:08–3:37:10At him.
3:37:10–3:37:16For I seem to be paralyzed, or in a picture, or scattered abroad, or bound, or in a trance,
3:37:16–3:37:23and yet in wondrous wise upheld, as though when my limbs were failing, support was.
3:37:23–3:37:27At the same moment given, for I know not how one can be certain in a matter that can
3:37:27–3:37:31neither be told nor taught, and that is not capable of being told, for it is only
3:37:31–3:37:33learnt from within.
3:37:33–3:37:39Can it be ascertained as presented by his beauty, or by my own mind, or by love, or by youth
3:37:39–3:37:43or affection, or by any other causes?
3:37:43–3:37:45I cannot tell.
3:37:45–3:37:50Lifted up and dragged towards him by my senses, led forward by my heart, burged from behind
3:37:50–3:37:55by love, I yet by a strong effort restrained my impulse.
3:37:55–3:38:00Straightway a storm of sighs went forth unceasingly, prompted by love as he strove to find
3:38:00–3:38:05place within me, and my bosom heaved as longing to speak earnestly to my heart, and then I
3:38:05–3:38:11thought to myself, What an unworthy action is this a vile comma, who surrenders me to this
3:38:11–3:38:17cold ascetic free from all thoughts of love. Truly, the heart of woman is foolish exceedingly,
3:38:17–3:38:22since it cannot weigh the fitness of that which it loves. For what has this bright home of
3:38:22–3:38:28glory and penance to do with the stirrings of love that meaner men welcome? Surely in his
3:38:28–3:38:32heart he scorns me for being thus deceived by comma.
3:38:32–3:38:36Strange it is that I who know this cannot restrain my feeling.
3:38:36–3:38:42Other maidens, indeed, laying shame aside, have of their own accord gone to their lords,
3:38:42–3:38:47others have been maddened by that reckless love-god, but not as I am here alone.
3:38:47–3:38:51How in that one moment has my heart been thrown into turmoil by the mere sight of
3:38:51–3:38:54his form, and passed from my control?
3:38:54–3:38:59For time for knowledge and good qualities always make love invincible.
3:38:59–3:39:03It is best for me to leave this place while I yet have my senses, and while he does not
3:39:03–3:39:07clearly see this my hateful folly of love.
3:39:07–3:39:11Perchance if he sees in me the effects of a love he cannot approve, he will in wrath
3:39:11–3:39:14make me feel his curse.
3:39:14–3:39:17For ascetics are ever prone to wrath.
3:39:17–3:39:22Thus having resolved, I was eager to depart, but, remembering that holy men should be
3:39:22–3:39:27reverence by all, I made an obeisance to him with eyes turned to his face, eye lashes motionless,
3:39:27–3:39:33not glancing downwards, my cheek uncorrest by the flowers dancing in my ears, my garland
3:39:33–3:39:39tossing on my waving hair, and my jeweled earrings swinging on my shoulders. As I thus
3:39:39–3:39:44bent, the irresistible command of love, the inspiration of the spring, the charm of
3:39:44–3:39:49the place, the forwardness of youth, the unsteadiness of the senses, the impatient
3:39:49–3:39:53longing for earthly goods, the fickleness of the mind, the destiny that rules events
3:39:53–3:39:59backslash, in a word, my own cruel fate, and the fact that all my trouble was caused by
3:39:59–3:39:59him.
3:40:00–3:40:30विश्वाविमर्शक विश्वाविमर्शक विश्वाविमर्शक विश्वाविमर्शक विश्वाविमर्शक विश्वाविमर्शक विश्वाविमर्शक विश्वाविमर्शक विश्वाविमर्शक विश्वाविमर्शक विश्वाविमर्शक विश्वाविमर्शक विश्�
3:40:30–3:40:36turned the spot to a very lotus grove, so that the ten regions were filled by the long rays coming forth like.
3:40:37–3:40:43Masses of open lotuses that had of their own accord left the Akkota lake and were rising to the sky, double quotes.
3:40:44–3:40:49By the manifest change in him my love was redoubled, and I fell that moment into a state
3:40:49–3:40:52I cannot describe, all unworthy of my caste.
3:40:53–3:40:59Surely, I reflected, Kama himself teaches this play of the eye, though generally after a long happy love
3:41:00–3:41:03love, else Wince comes this ascetic's gaze.
3:41:03–3:41:08For his mind is unversed in the mingled feelings of earthly joys, and yet his eyes, though
3:41:08–3:41:13they have never learnt the art, pour forth the stream of love's sweetness, rain-nector,
3:41:13–3:41:19are half-closed by joy, are slow with distress, heavy with sleep, roaming with pupils tremulous
3:41:19–3:41:25and languid with the weight of gladness, and yet bright with the play of his eyebrows.
3:41:25–3:41:31Once comes this exceeding skill that tells the heart's longing wordlessly by a glance alone.
3:41:31–3:41:36Impelled by these thoughts I advanced, and bowing to the second young ascetic, his companion,
3:41:36–3:41:39I asked, What is the name of?
3:41:39–3:41:41His reverence.
3:41:41–3:41:43Of what ascetic is he the sun?
3:41:43–3:41:46From what tree is this garland woven?
3:41:46–3:41:52For it sent, hitherto unknown, and of rare sweetness, Kindle's great curiosity in
3:41:52–3:41:53me.
3:41:53–3:41:58With a slight smile, he replied, Maiden, what needs this question?
3:41:58–3:42:01But I will enlighten thy curiosity.
3:42:01–3:42:04Listen, double quotes.
3:42:04–3:42:09There dwells in the world of gods a great sage, Khvetaketu, his noble character is famed
3:42:09–3:42:15through the universe, his feet are honored by bands of Siddhas, gods and demons, his
3:42:15–3:42:20beauty, exceeding that of Nalukubra, is dear to the three worlds, and gladdens the hearts
3:42:20–3:42:22of goddesses.
3:42:22–3:42:26Once upon a time, when seeking lotuses for the worship of the gods, he went down to the
3:42:26–3:42:31heavenly Ganges, which lay white as Sivva's smile, while its water was studded as with
3:42:31–3:42:35peacock's eyes by the eye-core of Aravada.
3:42:35–3:42:41Straightway Lakshmi, enthroned on a thousand-pedaled white lotus close by, beheld him coming down
3:42:41–3:42:46among the flowers, and looking on him, she drank in his beauty with eyes half closed
3:42:46–3:42:50by love, and quivering with weight of joyous tears, and with her slender fingers laid
3:42:50–3:42:56on her softly opening lips, and her heart was disturbed by love, by her glance alone she
3:42:56–3:42:58won his affection.
3:42:58–3:43:03A son was born, and taking him in her arms with the words, Take him, for he is thine,
3:43:03–3:43:08she gave him to Quediquitu, who performed all the rites of a son's birth, and called
3:43:08–3:43:12him Ponderica, because he was born in a Ponderica lotus.
3:43:12–3:43:18Moreover, after initiation, he led him through the whole circle of the arts.
3:43:18–3:43:21This is Pandarika whom you see.
3:43:21–3:43:25And this spray comes from the Parahata tree, which rose when the milky ocean was churned
3:43:25–3:43:28by gods and demons.
3:43:28–3:43:33How it gained a place in his ear contrary to his vow, I will now tell.
3:43:33–3:43:37This being the fourteenth day of the month, he started with me from heaven to worship
3:43:37–3:43:40Siva, who had gone to Kailasa.
3:43:40–3:43:45On the way, near the Nindana wood, a nymph, drunk with the juice of flowers, wearing
3:43:45–3:43:50fresh mango shoots in her ear, veiled completely by garlands falling to the knees,
3:43:50–3:43:55girt with cassara flowers, and resting on the fair hand lent her by the Lakshmi of spring,
3:43:55–3:44:00took this spray of parahata, and bending low, thus addressed Pundarika,
3:44:00–3:44:06Sir, let, I pray, this thy form, that gladdens the eyes of the universe.
3:44:06–3:44:11Have this spray as its fitting adornment, let it be placed on the tip of thy ear, for it has.
3:44:11–3:44:16us. But the playfulness that belongs to a garland, let the birth of the parahata now reap its
3:44:16–3:44:23full blessing. At her words, his eyes were cast down in modesty at the praise he so well deserved,
3:44:23–3:44:28and he turned to depart without regarding her, but as I saw her following us, I said, What
3:44:28–3:44:35is the harm, friend? Let her courteous gift be accepted, and so by force, against his
3:44:35–3:44:38will, the spray adorns his ear.
3:44:38–3:44:44Now all has been told, who he is, whose son, and what this flower is, and how it has been
3:44:44–3:44:46raised to his ear.
3:44:46–3:44:52When he had thus spoken, Ponderica said to me with a slight smile, ah, curious maiden,
3:44:52–3:44:55why didst thou take the trouble to ask this?
3:44:55–3:45:00If the flower, with its sweet scent, please thee, do thou accept it, and it
3:45:00–3:45:04नाटक विपाषाक साहित्य, समालोचना, कविता, कविता, कविता,
3:45:04–3:45:09कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता,
3:45:09–3:45:13कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता,
3:45:13–3:45:17कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता,
3:45:17–3:45:21In the pleasure of touching my cheek, did not see that from his tremulous fingers he had
3:45:21–3:45:25dropped his rosary at the same time as his timidity, but before it reached the ground
3:45:25–3:45:30I seized it, and playfully placed it on my neck, where it wore the grace of a necklace
3:45:30–3:45:35unlike all others, while I learnt the joy of having my neck clasped, as it were, by
3:45:35–3:45:37his arm.
3:45:37–3:45:42As our hearts were thus occupied with each other, my umbrella-bearer addressed me, Princess,
3:45:42–3:45:44the Queen has bathed.
3:45:44–3:45:47It is nearly time to go home.
3:45:47–3:45:50Do thou, therefore, also bathe?
3:45:50–3:45:55At her words, like a newly caught elephant, rebellious at the first touch of the new hook,
3:45:55–3:46:01I was unwillingly dragged away, and as I went down to bathe, I could hardly withdraw my eyes,
3:46:01–3:46:06for they seemed to be drowned in the ambrosial beauty of his face, or caught in the.
3:46:06–3:46:11Thicket of my thrilling cheek, or pinned down by love shafts, or sewn fast by the
3:46:11–3:46:13cords of his charms.
3:46:13–3:46:18Meanwhile, the second young ascetic, seeing that he was losing his self-control, gently
3:46:18–3:46:23up-braided him, Dear Pundarika, this is unworthy of thee.
3:46:23–3:46:26This is the way trodden by common men.
3:46:26–3:46:29For the good are rich in self-control.
3:46:29–3:46:35Why dost thou, like a man of low caste, fail to restrain the turmoil of thy soul?
3:46:35–3:46:41Whence comes this hitherto unknown assault of the senses, which so transforms thee?
3:46:41–3:46:43Here is Thine old firmness.
3:46:43–3:46:46Where Thy conquest of the senses.
3:46:46–3:46:48Where Thy self-control.
3:46:48–3:46:54Where Thy calm of mind, Thine inherited holiness, Thy carelessness of earthly things.
3:46:54–3:46:59Where the teaching of Thy guru, Thy learning of the Vedas, Thy results of asceticism, Thy
3:46:59–3:47:05hatred of pleasure, Thy conversion to vain delights, Thy passion for penance, Thy distaste
3:47:05–3:47:09for enjoyments, Thy rule over the impulses of youth.
3:47:09–3:47:15All knowledge is fruitless, study of holy books is useless, initiation has lost its meaning,
3:47:15–3:47:21pondering the teaching of gurus avails not, proficiency is worthless, learning leads to not,
3:47:21–3:47:25since even men like thee are stained by the touch of passion, and overcome by folly.
3:47:26–3:47:31Thou dost not even see that thy rosary has fallen from thy hand, and has been carried away.
3:47:32–3:47:37Alas! How good sense fails in men thus struck down!
3:47:37–3:47:43Hold back this heart of thine, for this worthless girl is seeking to carry it away."
3:47:43–3:47:49To these words he replied, with some shame, Dear Copangala, why dost thou thus misunderstand
3:47:49–3:47:50me?
3:47:50–3:47:55I am not one to endure this reckless girl's offense in taking my rosary, and with his
3:47:55–3:48:00moon-like face beautiful in its feigned wrath, and adorned the more by the dread frown he
3:48:00–3:48:05tried to assume, while his lip trembled with longing to kiss me, he said to me, Playful
3:48:05–3:48:10Then thou shalt not move a step from this place without giving back my rosary.
3:48:10–3:48:15Thereupon I loosed from my neck a single row of pearls as the flower offering that begins
3:48:15–3:48:19a dance in comma's honor, and placed it in his outstretched hand, while his eyes were
3:48:19–3:48:23fixed on my face, and his mind was far away.
3:48:23–3:48:28I started to bathe, but how I started I know not, for my mother and my companions could
3:48:28–3:48:33hardly leave me away by force, like a river driven backwards, and I went home thinking
3:48:33–3:48:38only of him, double quotes. And entering the maiden's dwelling, I began straightway
3:48:38–3:48:45to ask myself in my grief at his loss, Am I really back, or still there? Am I alone, or
3:48:45–3:48:53with my maidens? Am I silent, or beginning to speak? Am I awake or asleep? Do I weep
3:48:53–3:49:01or hold back my tears? Is this joy or sorrow, longing or despair, misfortune or gladness,
3:49:01–3:49:09day or night. Are these things pleasures or pains? All this I understood not. In my ignorance
3:49:09–3:49:16of love's course, I knew not whither to go, what to do, hear, see, or speak, whom to tell,
3:49:16–3:49:22nor what remedy to seek. Entering the maiden's palace, I dismissed my friends at the door,
3:49:22–3:49:27and shut out my attendance, and then, putting aside all my occupations, I stood alone with
3:49:27–3:49:33my face against the jeweled window. I gazed at the region which, in its possession of
3:49:33–3:49:39him, was richly decked, endowed with great treasure, overflowed by the ocean of nectar,
3:49:39–3:49:43adorned with the rising of the full moon, and most fair to behold, I longed to ask
3:49:43–3:49:47his doings even of the breeze wafed it from thence, or of the scent of the woodland
3:49:47–3:49:53flowers, or of the song of the birds. I envied even the toils of penance for his devotion
3:49:53–3:49:59to them. For his sake, in the blind adherents of love, I took a vow of silence.
3:50:00–3:50:15I attributed grace to the ascetic garb, because he accepted it, beauty to youth because he owned it, charm to the parahata flower because it touched his ear, delight to heaven because he dwelt there, an invincible power to love because he was so fair.
3:50:15–3:50:23Though far away, I turned towards him as the lotus bed to the sun, the tide to the moon, or the peacock to the cloud.
3:50:23–3:50:29I bore on my neck his rosary, like a charm against the loss of the life stricken by his absence.
3:50:29–3:50:35I stood motionless, though a thrill made the down on my cheek like a Kadamba flower earring,
3:50:35–3:50:39as it rose from the joy of being touched by his hand, and from the parahata spray in my
3:50:39–3:50:43ear, which spoke sweetly to me of him, double quotes.
3:50:43–3:50:50Now my beetle bearer, Turalica, had been with me to bathe, she came back after me rather
3:50:50–3:50:55late, and softly addressed me in my sadness, Princess, one of those godlike aesthetics
3:50:55–3:51:00we saw on the bank of Lake Okoda backslash, he by whom this spray of the heavenly tree
3:51:00–3:51:05was placed in thy ear backslash, as I was following thee, eluded the glance of his other
3:51:05–3:51:10self, and approaching me with soft steps between the branches of a flowering creeper, asked
3:51:10–3:51:15me concerning thee, same, damsel, who is this maiden?
3:51:15–3:51:17Whose daughter is she?
3:51:17–3:51:18What is her name?
3:51:18–3:51:20And with her goes she.
3:51:20–3:51:26I replied, she has sprung from Gori, an absaara of the moon race, and her father Hamsa is
3:51:26–3:51:30king of all the gondarves, the nails of his feet are burnished by the tips of the jeweled
3:51:30–3:51:35agrets on the turbans of all the gondarves, his tree-like arms are marked by the cosmetics
3:51:35–3:51:41on the cheeks of his gondarve wives, and the lotus hand of Lakshmi forms his footstool.
3:51:41–3:51:46The princess is named Mahakvita, and she has set out now for the hill of Hemakuta,
3:51:46–3:51:48the abode of the gondarves.
3:51:48–3:51:53When this tale had been told by me, he thought silently for a moment, and then looking long
3:51:53–3:51:58at me with a steady gaze, as if gently in treating me, he said,
3:51:58–3:52:05Damsel, thy form, young as thou art, is a fair promise, and augurs truth in steadfastness.
3:52:05–3:52:09Grant me, therefore, one request.
3:52:09–3:52:14Courteously raising my hands, I reverently replied, Wherefore say this?
3:52:14–3:52:16Who am I?
3:52:16–3:52:20In great sold men such as thou, meet for the honor of the whole universe, dain to cast
3:52:20–3:52:26even their sin-removing glance on one like me, their act wins merit backslash, much more
3:52:26–3:52:27if they give a command.
3:52:27–3:52:32Say, therefore, freely what is to be done?
3:52:32–3:52:34Let me be honored by thy bidding.
3:52:34–3:52:40Thus addressed, he saluted me with a kindly glance, as a friend, a helper, or a giver
3:52:40–3:52:45of life, in taking a shoot from a tamala tree hard by, he crushed it on the stones
3:52:45–3:52:50of the bank, broke off a piece from his upper bark garment as a tablet, and with the tamala
3:52:50–3:52:54juice, sweet as the icor of a ganda elephant, wrote with the nail of the little finger of
3:52:54–3:53:00his lotus hand, and placed it in my hand, saying, Let this letter be secretly given
3:53:00–3:53:03by thee to that maiden when alone.
3:53:03–3:53:08With these words she drew it from the beetle box and showed it to me, double quotes.
3:53:08–3:53:12As I took from her hand that bark letter, I was filled with this talk about him,
3:53:12–3:53:17which, though but a sound, produced the joy of contact, and though for the years alone,
3:53:17–3:53:22had its pervading presence in all my limbs manifested by a thrill, as if it were a spell
3:53:22–3:53:28to invoke love, and in his letter I beheld these lines, a handsome on the monest lake,
3:53:28–3:53:32lured by a creeper's treacherous shine, my heart is led a weary chase, lured by that
3:53:32–3:53:34pearly wreath of thine.
3:53:34–3:53:36Double Quotes
3:53:36–3:53:40By the reading of this, an even greater change for the worse was wrought in my lovesick
3:53:40–3:53:47mind, as in one who has lost his way, by also losing his bearings, as in a blind man, by
3:53:47–3:53:52a night of the dark fortnight, as in a dumb man, by cutting out the tongue, as in an ignorant
3:53:52–3:53:58man, by a conjurer's waving fan, as in a confused talker, by the delirium of fever, as in
3:53:58–3:54:04one poisoned, by the fatal sleep, as in a wicked man, by atheistic philosophy, as
3:54:04–3:54:09in one distraught, by strong drink, or as in one.
3:54:09–3:54:14possessed by the action of the possessing demon, so that in the turmoil it created in me, I
3:54:14–3:54:17was tossed like a river in flood.
3:54:17–3:54:22I honoured Turalika for having seen him again, as one who had acquired great merit, or who
3:54:22–3:54:27had tasted the joys of heaven, or had been visited by a god, or had her highest boon
3:54:27–3:54:32granted, or had drunk nectar, or had been anointed queen of the three worlds.
3:54:32–3:54:38I spoke to her reverently, as if, though always by me, she were a rare visitant,
3:54:38–3:54:42And though my familiar friend, she were hitherto unknown.
3:54:42–3:54:47I looked on her, though behind me, as above the world, I tenderly caress the curls on her
3:54:47–3:54:52cheek, and entirely said it not the condition of mistress and maid, again and again asking,
3:54:52–3:54:54How was he seen by thee?
3:54:54–3:54:56What did he say to thee?
3:54:56–3:54:59How long worked thou there?
3:54:59–3:55:00How far did he fall?
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3:55:03–3:55:06विश्वार-विमर्शक विश्वार-विमर्शक विश्वार-विमर्शक
3:55:06–3:55:08विश्वार-विमर्शक विश्वार-विमर्शक विश्वार-विमर्शक
3:55:08–3:55:11Sun's orb hanging in the sky.
3:55:11–3:55:15Became crimson, sharing my heart's glow, The Lakshmi of sunlight longing for the sight
3:55:15–3:55:21of the flushed sun, And preparing her lotus couch, turned pale as though faint with love,
3:55:21–3:55:26The sunbeams, rosy as they fell on waters died with red chalk, Rose from the lotus
3:55:26–3:55:31beds clustering like herds of woodland elephants, The day, with an echo of the joyous naing
3:55:31–3:55:36of the steeds of the sun's chariot longing to rest after their descent of the sky,
3:55:36–3:55:41Entered the caves of Mount Meru, the lotus beds, as the bees.
3:55:41–3:55:45Entered the folded leaves of the red lilies, seen to close their eyes as though their hearts
3:55:45–3:55:50were darkened by a swoon at the sun's departure, the pairs of Kakravaka's, each taking the
3:55:50–3:55:55other's heart, safely hidden in the hollow lotus stalks whereof they had eaten together,
3:55:55–3:56:01were now parted, and my umbrella-bearer approaching me, said as follows, Princess, one of those
3:56:01–3:56:06youthful hermits is at the door, and says he has come to beg for a rosary.
3:56:06–3:56:11At the hermit's name, though motionless, I seem to approach the door, and suspecting
3:56:11–3:56:16the reason of his coming, I summon another chamberlain, whom I sent, saying, Go and
3:56:16–3:56:18admit him.
3:56:18–3:56:22A moment later I beheld the young ascetic Copangala, who is to Pundarika as youth
3:56:22–3:56:28to beauty, love to youth, spring to love, southern breezes to spring, and who is indeed
3:56:28–3:56:34a friend worthy of him, he followed the hoary chamberlain as sunlight after moonlight.
3:56:34–3:56:39As he drew near his appearance betrayed to me trouble, sadness, distraction, entreaty,
3:56:39–3:56:42and the yearning unfulfilled.
3:56:42–3:56:46With a reverence I rose and respectfully brought him a seat, and when he was reluctantly forced
3:56:46–3:56:51to accept it, I washed his feet and dried them on the silken edge of my upper robe,
3:56:51–3:56:54and then sat by him on the bare ground.
3:56:54–3:56:59For a moment he waited, as if eager to speak, when he cast his eyes on Turalica close
3:56:59–3:57:01by.
3:57:01–3:57:06his desire at a glance, I said, Sir, she is one with me.
3:57:06–3:57:08Speak fearlessly.
3:57:08–3:57:13At my words Kapunjala replied, Princess, what can I say?
3:57:13–3:57:17For through shame my voice does not reach the sphere of utterance.
3:57:17–3:57:21How far is the passionless ascetic who lives on roots in the woods from the illusion of
3:57:21–3:57:26passion that finds its home in restless souls, and is stained with longing for earthly
3:57:26–3:57:31pleasures and filled with the manifold sports of the love-god?
3:57:31–3:57:34See how unseemly all this is.
3:57:34–3:57:36What has fate begun?
3:57:36–3:57:39God easily turns us into a laughing stock.
3:57:39–3:57:45I know not if this be fitting with bark garments or seemly formatted locks, or meat for penance,
3:57:45–3:57:48or consonant with the teaching of holiness.
3:57:48–3:57:51Such a mockery was never known.
3:57:51–3:57:54I needs must tell you the story.
3:57:54–3:58:00No other course is visible, no other remedy is perceived, no other refuge is at hand,
3:58:00–3:58:02no other way is before me.
3:58:02–3:58:06If it remains untold, even greater trouble will arise.
3:58:06–3:58:11A friend's life must be saved even at the loss of our own, so I will tell the tale, it was
3:58:11–3:58:16in my presence that I sternly rebuked Pundarika, and after that speech I left him in anger
3:58:16–3:58:21and went to another place, leaving my task of gathering flowers.
3:58:21–3:58:26After thy departure, I remained apart a short time, and then, becoming anxious as to what
3:58:26–3:58:31he was doing, I turned back and examined the spot from behind a tree.
3:58:31–3:58:36As I did not see him there, the thought arose within me, his mind was enslaved by love,
3:58:36–3:58:41and perchance he followed her, and now that she is gone, he has regained his senses,
3:58:41–3:58:46and is ashamed to come within my sight, or he has gone for me in wrath, or departed
3:58:46–3:58:49hence to another place in search of me.
3:58:49–3:58:54Thus thinking, I waited some time, but, troubled by an absence I had never since my birth
3:58:54–3:59:00suffered for a moment, I again thought, it may be that, in shame at his failure and firmness,
3:59:00–3:59:05he will come to some harm, for shame makes everything possible, he must not, then, be
3:59:05–3:59:07left alone.
3:59:07–3:59:11With this resolve, I earnestly made search for him.
3:59:11–3:59:16But as I could not see him, though I sought on all sides, made anxious by love for
3:59:16–3:59:22my friend, I pictured this or that misfortune, and wandered long, examining glades of trees,
3:59:22–3:59:27creeper bowers among the sandal avenues and the banks of lakes, carefully glancing on
3:59:27–3:59:32every side. At length I beheld him in a thicket.
3:59:32–3:59:37Of creepers near a lake, a very birthplace for spring, most fair, and in its close growth
3:59:37–3:59:43appearing to be made wholly of flowers, of bees, of cuckoos, and of peacocks. From
3:59:43–3:59:49his entire absence of employment, he was as one painted, or engraved, or paralyzed,
3:59:49–3:59:53dead, or asleep, or in a trance of meditation.
3:59:53–4:00:00He was motionless, yet wandering from his right course, alone, yet possessed by love, all aglow,
4:00:00–4:00:00yet
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4:00:16–4:00:22a curse, remained unseen. By his great stillness he appeared to be deserted by the senses
4:00:22–4:00:26which had entered into him to behold the love that dwelt in his heart, and had fainted in
4:00:26–4:00:31fear at its unbearable heat, or had left him in wrath at the tossing of his mind. From
4:00:31–4:00:37eyes steadily closed, and dimmed within by the smoke of love's keen fire, he ceaselessly
4:00:37–4:00:42poured forth a storm of tears trickling down through his eyelashes. The filaments
4:00:42–4:00:46of the creepers near-trembled in the sighs which rushed out, bearing the redness of his
4:00:46–4:00:51lips like the upstarting ruddy flame of comma burning his heart.
4:00:51–4:00:56As his hand rested on his left cheek, his brow, from the clear rays of his nails rising
4:00:56–4:01:01upwards, seemed to have a fresh mark of sandal very pure, from the late removal of his earring,
4:01:01–4:01:06the parahata flower, his ear was endowed with a tamala shoot or a blue lotus by the
4:01:06–4:01:10bees that murmured a charm to be which love, under the guise of their soft hum as they
4:01:10–4:01:14crept up and longing for what remained of that fragrance.
4:01:14–4:01:19Under the guise of his hair rising in a passionate thrill he seemed to bear on his limbs a mass
4:01:19–4:01:25of broken points of the flowery darts of love's arrows discharged into his pores.
4:01:25–4:01:29With his right hand he bore on his breast a string of pearls that, by being interlaced
4:01:29–4:01:33with the flashing rays of his nails, seemed bristling in joy at the pleasure of touching
4:01:33–4:01:38his palm, and that was, as it were, a banner of recklessness.
4:01:38–4:01:43He was pelted by the trees with pollen, like a powder to subdue love.
4:01:43–4:01:47He was caressed by a coca-shoots tossed by the wind, and transferring to him their rosy
4:01:47–4:01:48glow.
4:01:48–4:01:53He was besprinkled by woodland Lakshmi with honey-dew from clusters of fresh flowers,
4:01:53–4:01:55like waters to crown love.
4:01:55–4:02:00He was struck by love with campak buds, which as their fragrance was drunken by bees, were
4:02:00–4:02:02like fiery barbs all smoking.
4:02:02–4:02:07He was rebuked by the south wind, as if by the hum of the bees maddened by the
4:02:07–4:02:14many sense of the. Wood, he was bewildered by the honeymoon, as by cries of all hail,
4:02:14–4:02:20to spring raised by the cuckoos in their melodious ecstasy. Like the risen moon, he was robed
4:02:20–4:02:25in paleness, like the stream of Ganges in summer, he had dwindled to meagerness, like
4:02:25–4:02:30a sandal tree with a fire at its heart, he was fading away. He seemed to have entered
4:02:30–4:02:36on another birth, and was as another man, strange and unfamiliar, he was changed into
4:02:36–4:02:43another shape. As one entered by an evil spirit, ruled by a great demon, possessed by a strong
4:02:43–4:02:49devil, drunk, deluded, blind, deaf, dumb, all merged in joy and love, he had reached the
4:02:49–4:02:54climax of the mind slavery when possessed by love, and his old self could no longer be
4:02:54–4:03:01known. As with a steady glance I long examined his sad state, I became despondent, and thought
4:03:01–4:03:06But in my trembling heart, this is of a truth that love whose force none can resist, for
4:03:06–4:03:11by him ponderica has been in a moment brought to a state for which there is no cure.
4:03:11–4:03:16For how else could such a storehouse of learning become straightway unavailing?
4:03:16–4:03:18It is, alas!
4:03:18–4:03:23A miracle in him who from childhood has been firm of nature and unswerving in conduct,
4:03:23–4:03:27and whose life was the envy of myself and the other young ascetics.
4:03:27–4:03:33Here, like a mean man, despising knowledge, condemning the power of penance, he has rooted
4:03:33–4:03:38up his deep steadfastness, and is paralyzed by love.
4:03:38–4:03:41A youth which has never swerved is indeed rare.
4:03:41–4:03:46I went forward, and sitting down by him on the same stone, with my hand resting on his
4:03:46–4:03:53shoulder, I asked him, though his eyes were still closed, dear Pundarika, tell me what
4:03:53–4:03:55this means.
4:03:55–4:04:00Then with great difficulty and effort he opened his eyes, which seemed fastened together by
4:04:00–4:04:04their long closing, and which were red from incessant weeping and overflowing with tears
4:04:04–4:04:09as if shaken and in pain, while their color was that of a red lotus bed veiled in white
4:04:09–4:04:11silk.
4:04:11–4:04:16He looked at me long with a very languid glance, and then, deeply sighing, in accents
4:04:16–4:04:21broken by shame, he slowly and with pain murmured, Dear Copangala, why ask me what
4:04:21–4:04:23thou knowest?
4:04:23–4:04:29this and thinking that Pandarika was suffering in this way a cureless ill, but that still,
4:04:29–4:04:33as far as possible, a friend who is entering a wrong course should be held back to the
4:04:33–4:04:38utmost by those who love him, I replied, Dear Pandarika, I know it well.
4:04:38–4:04:43I will only ask this question, is this course you have begun taught by your gurus, or
4:04:43–4:04:46read in the holy books?
4:04:46–4:04:50Or is this a way of winning holiness, or a fresh form of penance, or a path to
4:04:50–4:04:57heaven, or a mystic vow, or a means of salvation, or any other kind of discipline.
4:04:57–4:04:59Is this fitting for the even to imagine, much less to
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4:05:16–4:05:22a good. He truly waters a poison tree under the idea of duty, or embraces the sword plant
4:05:22–4:05:27for a lotus wreath, or lays hold on a black snake, taking it for a line of smoke of black
4:05:27–4:05:32aloes, or touches a burning coal for a jewel, or tries to pull out the club-like tusk
4:05:32–4:05:37of a wild elephant, thinking it a lotus fiber, he is a fool who places happiness in the
4:05:37–4:05:42pleasures of sense which end in sorrow. And thou, though knowing the real nature
4:05:42–4:05:48of the senses, why dost thou carry thy knowledge as the firefly his light, only to be concealed,
4:05:48–4:05:52in that thou restrainest not thy senses when they start out of their course like streams
4:05:52–4:05:58turbid in their passionate onrush? Nor dost thou curb thy tossing mind.
4:05:58–4:06:06Who, forsooth, is this love God? Relying on thy firmness, do thou revile this miscreant?
4:06:06–4:06:10As I thus spoke he wiped with his hand his eyes streaming with tears poured through his
4:06:10–4:06:17eyelashes, and while he yet lent on me, replied, rebukeing my speech, friend, what need of many
4:06:17–4:06:18words.
4:06:18–4:06:21Thou at least art untouched.
4:06:21–4:06:27Thou hast not fallen within the range of love shafts, cruel with the poison of snakes.
4:06:27–4:06:30It is easy to teach another.
4:06:30–4:06:34And when that other has his senses in his mind, and sees, hears, and knows what he
4:06:34–4:06:40has heard, and can discern good and evil, he is then fit for advice.
4:06:40–4:06:46But all this is far from me, all talk of stability, judgment, firmness, reflection, has come to
4:06:46–4:06:48an end.
4:06:48–4:06:51How do I even breathe but by strong effort?
4:06:51–4:06:54The time for advice is long past.
4:06:54–4:07:00The opportunity for firmness has been let slip, the hour for reflection is gone, the season
4:07:00–4:07:03for stability and judgment has passed away.
4:07:03–4:07:08Who but thee could give advice at this time, or could attempt to restrain my wandering?
4:07:08–4:07:11To whom but thee should I listen?
4:07:11–4:07:14Or who else in the world is a friend like thee?
4:07:14–4:07:17What ails me that I cannot restrain myself?
4:07:17–4:07:20Thou sawest in a moment my wretched plight.
4:07:20–4:07:24The time, then, for advice is now passed.
4:07:24–4:07:29While I breathe, I long for some cure for the fever of love, violent as the rays of
4:07:29–4:07:32twelve suns at the end of the world.
4:07:32–4:07:38My limbs are baked, my heart is seething, my eyes are burning, and my body on fire.
4:07:38–4:07:42Do, therefore, what the time demands."
4:07:42–4:07:47He then became silent, and after this speech I tried again and again to rouse him, but
4:07:47–4:07:51as he did not listen even when tenderly and affectionately exhorted in the words of the
4:07:51–4:07:55pure teaching of the casters full of cases like his own, together with the legendary
4:07:55–4:08:01histories, I thought, he is gone too far, he cannot be turned back.
4:08:01–4:08:06Advice is now useless, so I will make an effort just to preserve his life.
4:08:06–4:08:12With this resolve I rose and went, and tore up some juicy lotus fibers from the lake, then,
4:08:12–4:08:17taking some lotus petals marked by water, I plucked lotus's of all kinds, sweet with
4:08:17–4:08:21the fragrance of the aromatic pollen within, and prepared a couch on that same rock in
4:08:21–4:08:23the bower.
4:08:23–4:08:28And as he rested there at ease, I crushed soft twigs of the sandal trees hard by, and
4:08:28–4:08:33with its juice, naturally sweet and cold as ice, made a mark on his brow, and anointed
4:08:33–4:08:36him from head to foot.
4:08:36–4:08:41I elayed the perspiration by camphor dust powdered in my hand, broken from the interstices of
4:08:41–4:08:45the split bark of the trees near, and fanned him with a plant and leaf dripping with pure
4:08:45–4:08:50water, while the bark robe he wore was moist with the sandal placed on his breast, and
4:08:50–4:08:55as I again and again strewed fresh lotus couches, and anointed him with sandal, and removed
4:08:55–4:09:00the perspiration, and constantly fanned him, the thought arose in my mind, surely nothing
4:09:00–4:09:03is too hard for love.
4:09:03–4:09:08Or how far apart would seem Pandarika, by nature simple and content with his woodland home,
4:09:08–4:09:14like a fawn, and Mahakvita, the Donner of Princess, a galaxy of graces, surely there
4:09:14–4:09:20is nothing for love in the world hard, or difficult, or unsubdued, or impossible.
4:09:20–4:09:25He scornfully attempts the hardest tasks, nor can any resist him.
4:09:25–4:09:30For why speak of beings endowed with sense when, if it so pleas him, he can bring together
4:09:30–4:09:33even things without sense.
4:09:33–4:09:37For the night Lotus bed falls in love with the sun's ray, and the day Lotus leaves her
4:09:37–4:09:43hatred of the moon, and night is joined today, and moonlight waits on darkness, and shade
4:09:43–4:09:48stands in the face of light, and lightning stays firm in the cloud, and old age accompanies
4:09:48–4:09:52youth, and what more difficult thing can there be than that one like Pundarika, who
4:09:52–4:09:58is an ocean of unfathomable depth, should thus be brought to the lightness of grass.
4:09:58–4:10:00Here is his former penance, and where his penance is.
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4:10:18–4:10:25or device, or means, or support, or thought, or solace, may he yet live. These and other such
4:10:25–4:10:32thoughts arose in my downcast heart. But again I thought, what avails dwelling on this useless thought?
4:10:33–4:10:40His life must be preserved by any means, good or bad, and there is no other way to save it but
4:10:40–4:10:45by her union with him, and as he is timid by reason of his youth, and moreover thinks the affairs
4:10:45–4:10:51of love contrary to his vow, unseemly, and a mockery in himself, he certainly, even at
4:10:51–4:10:56his last breath, will not gratify his longing by himself approaching her.
4:10:56–4:11:00This his disease of love admits no delay.
4:11:00–4:11:04Good men always hold that a friend's life must be saved even by a blame or the deed,
4:11:04–4:11:09so that though this is a shameful and wrong action, it has yet become imperative for
4:11:09–4:11:10me.
4:11:10–4:11:12What else can be done?
4:11:12–4:11:14What other course is there?
4:11:14–4:11:16I will certainly go to her.
4:11:16–4:11:19I will tell her his state.
4:11:19–4:11:24Thus thinking, I left the place on some pretext, and came hither without telling him, lest per
4:11:24–4:11:29chance he should feel that I was engaged in an unseemly employment, and should in shame
4:11:29–4:11:31hold me back.
4:11:31–4:11:36This being the state of affairs, thou, lady, art the judge of what action is needful for
4:11:36–4:11:42the time, worthy of so great a love, fitting for my coming, and right for thyself.
4:11:42–4:11:48With these words he became silent, fixing his eyes on my face to see what I should say.
4:11:48–4:11:54But I, having heard him, was plunged, as it were, into a lake of ambrosial joy, or immersed
4:11:54–4:11:59in an ocean of the sweets of love, floating above all joys, mounting to the pinnacle of
4:11:59–4:12:04all desires, resting at the utmost bound of gladness.
4:12:04–4:12:10I showed my happiness by joyful tears pouring clear, large, and heavy, because my eyelashes
4:12:10–4:12:15were not closed, strung like a garland by their unceasing succession, and not touching my
4:12:15–4:12:20cheek, because my face was somewhat bent in sudden shame, and I thought at once, zero
4:12:20–4:12:25joy, that love entangles him as well as me, so that even while tormenting me, he has in
4:12:25–4:12:31part showed me kindness, and if ponderica is indeed in such a plight, what help has not
4:12:31–4:12:36love given me, or what has he not done for me, or what?
4:12:36–4:12:41is like him, or how could a false tale, even in sleep, pass the lips of the calm-sold Copangala?
4:12:42–4:12:47And if this be so, what must I do, and what must I say in his presence?
4:12:48–4:12:52While I was thus deliberating, a fortress hastily entered, and said to me,
4:12:52–4:12:57Princess, the Queen has learned from her attendance that thou art ill, and is now coming.
4:12:58–4:13:04On hearing this, Copangala, fearing the contact of a great frong, quickly rose, saying,
4:13:04–4:13:09Princess, a cause of great delay has arisen.
4:13:09–4:13:15The sun, the crest jewel of the three worlds, is now sinking, so I will depart.
4:13:15–4:13:19But I raise my hands in salutation as a slight offering for the saving of my dear friend's
4:13:19–4:13:22life, that is my greatest treasure.
4:13:22–4:13:28Then, without awaiting my reply, he with difficulty departed, for the door was blocked by the
4:13:28–4:13:32entrance of the attendants that heralded my lady mother.
4:13:32–4:13:37There were the fortresses bearing golden staves, the chamberlands with ungwants, cosmetics,
4:13:37–4:13:44flowers, and beetle, holding waving cowries, and in their train were humpbacks, barbarians,
4:13:44–4:13:48deaf men, eunuchs, dwarfs, and deaf mutes.
4:13:48–4:13:53Then the queen came to me, and after a long visit, went home, but I observed nothing of
4:13:53–4:13:59what she did, said, or attempted while with me, for my heart was far away.
4:13:59–4:14:04When she went the sun, with his steeds bright as heritola pigeons, Lord of life to the
4:14:04–4:14:09Lotuses, and friend of the Cochravacas, had sunk to rest, and the face of the west was
4:14:09–4:14:13growing crimson, and the lotus beds were turning green, and the east was darkening
4:14:13–4:14:18to blue, and the world of mortals was overcome by a blackness like a wave of the ocean
4:14:18–4:14:22of final destruction turbid with the mud of hell.
4:14:22–4:14:27I knew not what to do, and asked Teralika, sayest thou not, Teralika, how confused
4:14:27–4:14:34is my mind. My senses are bewildered with uncertainty, and I am unable myself to see in the least
4:14:34–4:14:40what I should do. Do thou tell me what is right to do, for Copangala is now gone, and he told
4:14:40–4:14:47his tale in thy presence. What if, like a base-born maiden, I cast away shame, relinquish
4:14:47–4:14:53self-control, desert modesty, contend the reproach of men, transgress good behavior,
4:14:53–4:15:00trample on conduct, despise noble birth, accept the disgrace of a course blinded by love, and without my father's leave.
4:15:00–4:15:30अछि।
4:15:30–4:15:33the death of an ascetic would be a grave sin.
4:15:33–4:15:37While I thus considered, the east became gray with the glimmering light of moonrise, like
4:15:37–4:15:41a line of woods in spring with the pollen of flowers.
4:15:41–4:15:45And in the moonlight the eastern quarter showed white as if with the powdered pearls from
4:15:45–4:15:50the frontal bone of the elephant of darkness torn open by the lion moon, or pale with
4:15:50–4:15:53sandal dust falling from the breast of the nymphs of the eastern mountain, or
4:15:53–4:15:58light with the rising of sand in an island left by the tide, stirred by the wind
4:15:58–4:16:04on the waves of the ever-moving ocean. Slowly the moonlight glided down, and made bright
4:16:04–4:16:08the face of night, as if it were the flash of her teeth as she softly smiled at the
4:16:08–4:16:12sight of the moon, then evening shone with the moon's orb, as if it were the circle
4:16:12–4:16:17of seshes hoods breaking through the earth as it rose from hell, after that, night became
4:16:17–4:16:22fair with the moon, the gladdener of the world of mortals, the delight of lovers,
4:16:22–4:16:27now leaving its childhood behind and becoming the ally of love. With a youthful glow
4:16:27–4:16:34a rising within it, though, only fitting light for the enjoyment of love's pleasures, ambrosial,
4:16:34–4:16:39climbing the sky like youth impersonate. Then I beheld the risen moon as if flushed with
4:16:39–4:16:43the coral of the ocean it had just left, crimson with the blood of its deer struck by the paw
4:16:43–4:16:48of the lion of the eastern mountain, marked with the lack of Rohini's feet, as she
4:16:48–4:16:54spurned her lord in a love coral, and ruddy with his newly kindled glow. And I, though
4:16:54–4:16:59Though the fire of love burnt within me, had my heart darkened, though my body rested on
4:16:59–4:17:04the lap of Turalica, I was a captive in the hands of love, though my eyes were fixed on
4:17:04–4:17:09the moon, I was looking on death, and I straightway thought, there are the honeymoon, the Malaya
4:17:09–4:17:14winds, and all other such things brought together, and in the same place to have this evil
4:17:14–4:17:17miscreant moon cannot be endured.
4:17:17–4:17:19My heart cannot bear it.
4:17:19–4:17:24Its rising now is like a shower of coals to one consumed by fever, or a fall of snow to
4:17:24–4:17:30one ill from cold, or the bite of a black snake to one faint with the swelling of poison.
4:17:30–4:17:35And as I thus thought, a swoon closed my eyes, like the sleep brought by moonlight that
4:17:35–4:17:38withers the lotuses of the day.
4:17:38–4:17:43Soon, however, I regained consciousness by means of the fanning and sandalum wince
4:17:43–4:17:48of the bewildered Turalica, and I saw her weeping, her face dimmed with ceaseless
4:17:48–4:17:53tears, pressing the point of a moist moonstone to my brow, and seeming possessed by despair
4:17:53–4:18:00impersonate. As I opened my eyes, she fell at my feet, and said, raising hands yet wet with the
4:18:00–4:18:06thick sand-alloyment, Princess, why think of shame or disrespect to parents? Be kind,
4:18:06–4:18:11send me, and I will fetch the beloved of thy heart, rise, or go thither thyself.
4:18:12–4:18:16Henceforth thou canst not bear this love that is an ocean whose manifold,
4:18:16–4:18:21passionate waves are swelling at the rise of a strong moon.
4:18:21–4:18:25To this speech I replied, Mad Girl, what is love to me?
4:18:25–4:18:31The moon it is, even the Lord of the night lotuses, who removes all scruples, undermines
4:18:31–4:18:36all search for means of escape, conceals all difficulties, takes away all doubts, condemns
4:18:36–4:18:42all fears, roots out all shame, bails the sinful levity of going myself to my lover,
4:18:42–4:18:50all delay, and has come merely to lead me either to Ponderica or to death. Rise, therefore, for
4:18:50–4:18:56while I have life I will follow him and honor him who, dear as he is, tortures my heart. Thus
4:18:56–4:19:01saying, I rose, leaning on her, for my limbs were yet unsteady with the weakness of the swoon
4:19:01–4:19:07caused by love, and as I rose my right I throbbed, presaging ill, and in sudden terror I
4:19:07–4:19:13thought, what new thing is this threatened by destiny? The firmament was now flooded with.
4:19:14–4:19:20Moonlight, as if the moon's orb, which had not yet risen far, was, like the water pipe of the
4:19:20–4:19:25Temple of the Universe, discharging a thousand streams of the heavenly Ganges, pouring forth
4:19:25–4:19:30the waves of an embrosial ocean, shedding many a cascade of sandal juice, and bearing floods of
4:19:30–4:19:35nectar, the world seemed to learn what life was in the white continent, and the pleasures
4:19:35–4:19:40of seeing the land of Soma. The round earth was being poured out from the depths of a
4:19:40–4:19:46milky ocean by the moon, which was like. The rounded tusk of the great bore, the moonrise
4:19:46–4:19:50offerings were being presented in every house by the women with sandal water fragrant with
4:19:50–4:19:55open lotuses, the highways were crowded with thousands of women messengers sent by fair
4:19:55–4:19:59ladies, girls going to meet their lovers ran hither and thither, veiled in blue
4:20:00–4:20:30विशिल्क न्फ्लुड़़ बाध्ड़़ द्रेद द़्द ब्राइद मुन्लिएद आजिद ते विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश
4:20:30–4:20:35mirth, and of tenderness. Evening was pleasant with the murmur of Peacock's garylis and
4:20:35–4:20:39gladness at the cascade that fell from the water pipes of moonstone.
4:20:39–4:20:46Turallica accompanied me, holding powders, perfumes, umguents, beetle, and various flowers,
4:20:46–4:20:50and I had also that napkin, wet with the sandallointment which had been applied in
4:20:50–4:20:54my swoon, and which had its nap slightly disordered and gray with the partly dried
4:20:54–4:20:59mark of sandalwood clinging to it, the rosary was on my neck, the parahata spray was
4:20:59–4:21:05kissing the tip of my ear, veiled in red silk that seemed fashion from rays of rubies, I
4:21:05–4:21:12went down from the top of that palace, unseen by any of my devoted attendants. On my way
4:21:12–4:21:18I was pursued by a swarm of bees, which hastened, leaving lotus beds and deserting gardens,
4:21:18–4:21:24drawn by the scent of the perihada spray, sportively forming a blue veil round me. I
4:21:24–4:21:29departed through the door of the pleasure grove and set out to meet Ponderica. As I
4:21:29–4:21:34sent, I thought, seeing myself attended by Turalika only, what needs pomp of retinue when
4:21:34–4:21:37we seek our dearest?
4:21:37–4:21:42Surely our servants then but play a mockery of attendance, for love follows me with shaft
4:21:42–4:21:48fitted to the strung bow, the moon, stretching out a long ray, draws me on like a hand, passion
4:21:48–4:21:53supports me at every step from fear of a fall, my heart rushes on with the senses, leaving
4:21:53–4:21:58shame behind, longing has gained certainty, and leads me on.
4:21:58–4:22:04I said, Oh, Turalika, would that this miscreant moon would with its beam seize him by the
4:22:04–4:22:10hair and draw him forward like myself? As I thus spoke, she smilingly replied, Thou art
4:22:10–4:22:15foolish, my princess. What does the moon want with Ponderica?
4:22:15–4:22:21Nay, rather, he himself, as though wounded by love, does all these things for thee, for
4:22:21–4:22:26under the guise of his image he kisses thy cheeks marked with drops of perspiration,
4:22:26–4:22:32With trembling ray he falls on thy fair breast, He touches the gems of thy girdle, entangled
4:22:32–4:22:37in thy bright nails, He falls at thy feet, moreover, the form of this lovesick moon
4:22:37–4:22:40Wears the pallor of a sandal ungwant dried by fever,
4:22:40–4:22:45He stretches out his rays white as lotus fibers, Under the guise of his reflection he falls
4:22:45–4:22:47on.
4:22:47–4:22:51Crystal pavements, with rays gray as the dust From the filaments inside the kataki,
4:22:51–4:22:57He plunges into lotus pools, he touches with his beams the moonstones wet with spray, he
4:22:57–4:23:02hates the day lotus groves with their pairs of cockroachas once severed.
4:23:02–4:23:06With such discourse fitting for the time I approached that spot in her company.
4:23:06–4:23:11I then bathe my feet, gray with pollen from the creeper flowers on our path, in a spot
4:23:11–4:23:17near Copangala's abode which had a stream of moonstone, liquefied by moonrise, flowing
4:23:17–4:23:21from Kailasa's slope, and there, on the left bank of the lake, I heard the sound
4:23:21–4:23:29of a man's weeping, softened by distance. Some fear had arisen within me at first,
4:23:29–4:23:34from the quivering of my right eye, and now that my heart was yet more torn by this cry,
4:23:34–4:23:40as if my downcast mind were telling some dreadful tidings within, I cried in terror, Terralica,
4:23:40–4:23:46what means this? And with trembling limbs I breathlessly hastened on. Then I heard
4:23:46–4:23:51a far a bitter cry, clear in the calm of night, Alas, I am undone.
4:23:51–4:23:54I am consumed.
4:23:54–4:23:56I am deceived.
4:23:56–4:23:58What is this that has befallen me?
4:23:58–4:24:00What has happened?
4:24:00–4:24:02I am uprooted.
4:24:02–4:24:08Cruel demon love, evil and pitiless, What shameful deed hast thou brought to pass?
4:24:08–4:24:13Ah, wicked evil, wanton maha-khvita, How had he harmed thee?
4:24:13–4:24:19Ah, evil, wanton, monstrous moon, thou hast gained thy desire.
4:24:19–4:24:25Cruel soft breeze of the south, thy softness is gone, and thy will is fulfilled.
4:24:25–4:24:28That which was to be done is done.
4:24:28–4:24:30Go now as thou wilt.
4:24:30–4:24:35Ah, venerable Khvedeketu, tender to thy son, thou knowest not that thy life is stolen
4:24:35–4:24:37from thee.
4:24:37–4:24:40Dharma, thou art dispossessed.
4:24:40–4:24:43Penance, thou art protectorless.
4:24:43–4:24:46Elegance, thou art widowed.
4:24:46–4:24:49Truth, thou art lordless.
4:24:49–4:24:51Heaven, thou art void.
4:24:51–4:24:54Friend, protect me.
4:24:54–4:24:56Yet I will follow thee.
4:24:56–4:25:00I cannot remain even a moment without thee alone.
4:25:00–4:25:06How canst thou now suddenly leave me, And go thy way like a stranger on whom my eyes had never rested?
4:25:06–4:25:09Whence comes this thy great hardness?
4:25:09–4:25:13Say, wither, without thee, shall I go.
4:25:13–4:25:15Whom shall I implore?
4:25:15–4:25:18What refuge shall I seek?
4:25:18–4:25:20I am blinded.
4:25:20–4:25:22For me space is empty.
4:25:22–4:25:27Life is aimless, penance vain, The world void of joy.
4:25:27–4:25:32With whom shall I wander, to whom speak, with whom hold converse?
4:25:32–4:25:36Do thou arise? Grant me an answer.
4:25:36–4:25:39Friend, where is thine old love to me?
4:25:39–4:25:43Where that smiling welcome that never failed me?
4:25:43–4:25:48Such were the words I heard Copangala utter, and as I heard them I uttered a loud cry,
4:25:48–4:25:55while yet far off, as if my life had fallen, and with my silk cloak torn as it clung to the creepers by the Lake's bank,
4:25:55–4:25:59and my feet placed on the ground regardless of its being rough or even, and as hastily
4:25:59–4:26:05as I could, I went on to that place, stumbling at every step, and yet as if led on by one
4:26:05–4:26:07who lifted me up again.
4:26:07–4:26:12There I beheld Ponderica lying on a couch made on a slab of moonstone wet with showers
4:26:12–4:26:17of cool spray, close to the lake, it was made of lotus fibers like a garland of tender
4:26:17–4:26:22flowers from all lilies, and seemed to be formed wholly of the points of love's
4:26:22–4:26:23arrows.
4:26:23–4:26:28Andarika seemed from his great stillness to be listening for the sound of my step.
4:26:28–4:26:33He seemed to have gained a moment's happiness in sleep, as if love's pain had been quenched
4:26:33–4:26:38by inward wrath, he seemed engaged in a yoga penance of holding his breath, as an atonement
4:26:38–4:26:43for his breach of ascetic duty, he seemed to murmur, with bright yet trembling lip,
4:26:43–4:26:46by thy deed a might come to this pass.
4:26:46–4:26:50He seemed pierced by the moonbeams which, under the guise of his bright fingernails
4:26:50–4:26:55placed on a heart-throbbing with love's fire, fell on his back as he lay averted in hatred
4:26:55–4:27:01of the moon. He bore a mark on his brow of a line of sandal, which, by its being pale
4:27:01–4:27:07from dryness, was like a digit of love's waning moon pretending his own destruction.
4:27:07–4:27:13Life seemed to leave him in anger, saying, Fool, another is dearer to thee than I.
4:27:13–4:27:18His eyes were not wholly closed, their pupils were slightly turned to look, they were red
4:27:18–4:27:22with ceaseless weeping, they seemed to drop blood, since by failure of breath his tears
4:27:22–4:27:27were exhausted, and they were partly curved in pain at love's darts.
4:27:27–4:27:32He now experienced the pain of unconsciousness, as if together with the torment of love he
4:27:32–4:27:37were also yielding life itself, he seemed to meditate a new version of love's mystery,
4:27:37–4:27:41and to practice an unwanted retention of breath.
4:27:41–4:27:46His life seemed to be carried off as a prize by love, who had in kindness arranged my
4:27:46–4:27:47coming.
4:27:47–4:27:52On his brow was a sandal-tripe and dhraka mark, he wore a sacrificial thread of juicy lotus
4:27:52–4:27:57fiber, his dress clung to his shoulder beautiful as the leaf that enchieves a plantain, his
4:27:57–4:28:02rosary had only the thickness of a single row, the ashes on his brow were of abundant white
4:28:02–4:28:08camphor powder, he was fair with the string of lotus fiber, bound on his arm as an amulet,
4:28:08–4:28:13he seemed to wear the garb of love's vow, as if completing a charm for my coming.
4:28:13–4:28:17With his eye he tenderly uttered the reproach, heart-hearted,
4:28:17–4:28:23I was but followed by one glance, and never again received thy favor.
4:28:23–4:28:28His lips were slightly open, so that his form gleamed white in the rays of his teeth, which
4:28:28–4:28:32came forth as if they were moonbeams that had entered him to take away his life, with
4:28:32–4:28:37his left hand placed on a heart breaking with the pain of love, he seemed to say,
4:28:37–4:28:42Be kind, depart not with my life, thou that art dear as life, and so to hold me firmly
4:28:42–4:28:47in his heart, his right hand, which from the uneven rays of his nails jutting forth seemed
4:28:47–4:28:52to drop sandal, was raised as if to ward off the moonlight.
4:28:52–4:28:57Near him stood his pitcher, the friend of his penance, with neck upright, as if it gazed
4:28:57–4:29:02at the path by which his life was just rising, the garland of lotus fibers which adorned
4:29:02–4:29:07his neck bound him as if with a rope of moonbeams to lead him to another world, and when,
4:29:07–4:29:13At the sight of me, Kapunjala, with a cry of help, help, raised his hands, and crying
4:29:13–4:29:18aloud with redoubled tears, fell on his neck, at that very moment I, wicked and ill-fated
4:29:18–4:29:23as I was, beheld that noble youth yield up his life.
4:29:23–4:29:28The darkness of a swoon came upon me, and I descended into hell, nor knew I anything
4:29:28–4:29:32of whither I then went, or what I did or said.
4:29:32–4:29:36Neither knew I why my life did not at that moment leave me, whether from the utter
4:29:36–4:29:40hardness of my stupefied heart, or from the callousness to bear thousands of troubles
4:29:40–4:29:45of my wretched body, or from being fated to endure a long grief, or from being a vessel
4:29:45–4:29:51of evil earned in another birth, or from the skill of my cruel destiny in bestowing sorrow,
4:29:51–4:29:55or from the singular perversity of malign accursed love.
4:29:55–4:29:59Only this I know, that when at length in my misery I regained consciousness, I found
4:29:59–4:30:00myself.
4:30:00–4:30:05नाटक विचार-विमर्शक नाटक विचार-विमर्शक नाटक विचार-विमर्शक
4:30:05–4:30:10नाटक विचार-विमर्शक नाटक विचार-विमर्शक नाटक विचार-विमर्शक
4:30:10–4:30:15नाटक विमर्शक नाटक विमर्शक नाटक विमर्शक नाटक विमर्शक
4:30:15–4:30:25This backslash, mother, father, friends, I exclaimed, Ah, my lord, thou who upholdest my life, speak to me.
4:30:25–4:30:30Wither goest thou, pitilessly leaving me alone and protectorless.
4:30:30–4:30:38Ask Turalika what I have suffered for thy sake. Hardly have I been able to pass the day, drawn out into a thousand ages.
4:30:38–4:30:40Be gracious.
4:30:40–4:30:43Utter but one word.
4:30:43–4:30:46Show tenderness to her that loves thee.
4:30:46–4:30:48Look but a little on me.
4:30:48–4:30:50Fulfill my longing.
4:30:50–4:30:52I am wretched.
4:30:52–4:30:54I am loyal.
4:30:54–4:30:56I am thine in heart.
4:30:56–4:30:58I am lordless.
4:30:58–4:31:00I am young.
4:31:00–4:31:02I am helpless.
4:31:02–4:31:04I am unhappy.
4:31:04–4:31:07I am bereft of other refuge.
4:31:07–4:31:10I am vanquished by love.
4:31:10–4:31:12Why showest thou no pity?
4:31:12–4:31:21Say what I have done or left undone, what command I have neglected, or in what thing pleasing to the I have not shown affection, that thou art wroth.
4:31:22–4:31:28Fearst thou not the reproach of men in that thou goest, deserting me, thy handmaid, without cause?
4:31:29–4:31:34Yet why think of me, perverse and wicked, and skilled to deceive by false shows of love?
4:31:35–4:31:37Alas, I yet live.
4:31:38–4:31:40Alas, I am accursed and undone.
4:31:40–4:31:47For why? I have neither thee, nor honor, nor kinsfolk, nor heaven.
4:31:47–4:31:53Shame on me, a worker of evil deeds, for whose sake this fate hath befallen thee.
4:31:53–4:31:59There is none of so murderous a heart as I who went home, leaving one so pureless as thou.
4:31:59–4:32:04What to me were home, mother, father, kinsfolk, followers?
4:32:04–4:32:07Alas, to what refuge shall I flee?
4:32:07–4:32:13Fate, show pity to me. I entreat thee.
4:32:13–4:32:19Lady of destiny, give me a boon of mercy. Show compassion.
4:32:19–4:32:24Protect a lordless lady. Ye woodland goddesses, be kind.
4:32:24–4:32:30Give back his life. Help, earth, that bringest favors to all.
4:32:30–4:32:37Night, showest thou no mercy. Father Kailasa, by protection I implore.
4:32:37–4:32:39Show thy wanted pity.
4:32:39–4:32:49Such were my laments, so far as I remember, and I murmured incoherently as one held by a demon, or possessed or mad, or struck down by an evil spirit.
4:32:49–4:32:56In the tears that fell in torrents upon me I was turned to water, I melted away, I took upon me a shape of water,
4:32:56–4:33:02my laments, followed by the sharp rays of my teeth, fell as if with showers of tears,
4:33:02–4:33:07My hair, with its flowers ever falling, Seem to shed teardrops, and my very ornaments
4:33:07–4:33:12By the tears of pure gem-light That sprang from them seemed to raise their lament.
4:33:12–4:33:17I longed for my own death as for his life, I yearned to enter his heart with my whole
4:33:17–4:33:19soul, Dead though he were, with my hand I touched
4:33:19–4:33:22his cheeks, and his brow with the roots of his hair,
4:33:22–4:33:26White with dry sandal, and his shoulders with the lotus fibers on them,
4:33:26–4:33:30And his heart covered with lotus leaves and flecks of sandal juice.
4:33:30–4:33:38the tender reproach, thou art cruel, ponderica. Thou carest not that I am thus wretched. I
4:33:38–4:33:45again sought to win him back. I again embraced him, I again clasped his neck, and wept aloud.
4:33:45–4:33:51Then I rebuked that string of pearls, saying, Ah, wicked one, couldst not even thou have
4:33:51–4:33:57preserved his life till my coming? Then again I fell at Copangala's feet with the prayer,
4:33:57–4:34:04Be kind, my Lord, restore him to life, and again, clinging to Turalica's neck, I wept.
4:34:04–4:34:09Even now, when I think of it, I know not how these piteous, tender words came forth for
4:34:09–4:34:16my ill-fated heart-backslash, words all unthought, unlearned, untaught, unseen before, nor whence
4:34:16–4:34:21these utterances arose, nor whence these heart-rending cries of despair.
4:34:21–4:34:24My whole being was changed.
4:34:24–4:34:29For there rose a deluge wave of inward tears, the springs of weeping were set loose, the
4:34:29–4:34:36buds of wailing came forth, the peaks of sorrow grew lofty and a long line of madness was begun.
4:34:36–4:34:41And so, as she thus told her own tale, she seemed again to taste the bitterness of that
4:34:41–4:34:47former plight, so cruel, and so hardly endured, and a swoon bereft her of sense.
4:34:47–4:34:52In the force of her swoon she fell on the rock, and Candrapida hastily stretched
4:34:52–4:34:57out his hand, like her servant, and supported her, full of sorrow.
4:34:57–4:34:59At length he brought her back to consciousness by fanning her
4:35:00–4:35:04विचार-विमर्शक विचार-विमर्शक विचार-विमर्शक विचार-विमर्शक
4:35:04–4:35:06विचार-विमर्शक विचार-विमर्शक विचार-विमर्शक विचार-विमर्शक
4:35:06–4:35:08विचार-विमर्शक विमर्शक विचार-विमर्शक विमर्शक
4:35:08–4:35:17as she came to life, lady, it is by my fault that thy grief has been brought back to its first freshness, and that thou hast come to this pass.
4:35:17–4:35:26Therefore no more of this tale. Let it be ended. Even I cannot bear to hear it.
4:35:26–4:35:32For the story even of past sorrow endured by a friend pains us as if we ourselves were living through it.
4:35:32–4:35:37Thou wilt not therefore surely place on the fire of grief that life so precious and so
4:35:37–4:35:39hardly preserved.
4:35:39–4:35:45Thus addressed, with a long, hot sigh and eyes dissolved in tears, she despairingly replied,
4:35:45–4:35:50Prince, even in that dreadful night my hated life did not desert me, it is not likely that
4:35:50–4:35:52it will leave me now.
4:35:52–4:35:57Even blessed death turns away his eyes from one so ill-fated and wicked.
4:35:57–4:36:01Wents could one so hard-hearted feel grief.
4:36:01–4:36:05All this can be but feigned in a nature so vile.
4:36:05–4:36:10But be that as it may, that shameless heart has made me chief among the shameless.
4:36:10–4:36:15For to one so adamant in as to have seen love in all his power, and yet to have lived through
4:36:15–4:36:19this, what can mere speaking of it matter?
4:36:19–4:36:22Or what could there be harder to tell than this very thing, which is supposed to be
4:36:22–4:36:25impossible to hear or say?
4:36:25–4:36:29I will at least briefly tell the marvel that followed on that thunderbolt, and I will
4:36:29–4:36:34tell, too, what came as a tiny dim cause of my prolonging my life, which by its mirage
4:36:34–4:36:40so deludes me that I bear about a hated body, almost dead, alien to me, burdensome, unfitted
4:36:40–4:36:44to my needs, and thankless for my care.
4:36:44–4:36:46That shall suffice.
4:36:46–4:36:51Afterwards, in a sudden change of feeling, with resolve firmly set on death, lamenting
4:36:51–4:36:58bitterly, I cried to Terallica, rise, cruel-hearted girl, how long wilt thou weep?
4:36:58–4:37:04together wood and make a pile. I will follow the Lord of my life."
4:37:04–4:37:09Straight way of being swiftly left the moon's orb and descended from the sky. Behind him
4:37:09–4:37:14he trailed a silk investor hanging from his crest, white as the foam of nectar, and
4:37:14–4:37:18waving in the wind, his cheeks were reddened with the bright gems that swayed in his
4:37:18–4:37:23ears, on his breast he bore a radiant necklace, from the size of its pearls like a cluster
4:37:23–4:37:28of stars, his turban was tied with strips of white silk, his head was thick with curling
4:37:28–4:37:34locks and dark as bees, his earring was an open moon lotus, on his shoulder was the impress
4:37:34–4:37:38of the saffron lines that adorned his wives.
4:37:38–4:37:43He was white as a moon lotus, lofty in stature, endowed with all the marks of greatness,
4:37:43–4:37:48and godlike in form, he seemed to purify space by the light shed round him clear as pure
4:37:48–4:37:53water and to anoint it as by a thick frost with a dewy ambrosial shower that created
4:37:53–4:37:57a chill as he shed it from his limbs, cool and fragrant, and to besprinkle it with a
4:37:57–4:38:02rich store of Gosirshah sandal juice, double quotes.
4:38:02–4:38:06With arms sturdy as the trunk of Aravada, and fingers wide as lotus fibers and cool
4:38:06–4:38:12to the touch, he lifted my dead lord, and, in a voice deep as a drum, he said to me,
4:38:12–4:38:19Mahakvita, my child, thou must not die, for thou shalt again be united with him.
4:38:19–4:38:24And with these words, tender as a father's, he flew into the sky with pundarika, double
4:38:24–4:38:26quotes.
4:38:26–4:38:31But this sudden event filled me with fear, dismay, and eager anxiety, and with upraised
4:38:31–4:38:34face I asked Kapunjala what it might mean.
4:38:34–4:38:41He, however, started up hastily without replying, and with the cry, monster, whether goest
4:38:41–4:38:46thou with my friend, with uplifted eyes and sudden wrath he hastily gird up his loins,
4:38:46–4:38:51and following him in his flight, in hot pursuit he rose into the sky, and while I yet gazed
4:38:51–4:38:54they all entered amongst the stars.
4:38:54–4:38:59But the departure of Copangala was to me like a second death of my beloved, and it redoubled
4:38:59–4:39:03my grief, so that my heart was rent asunder.
4:39:03–4:39:08Bewildered what to do, I cried to Teralika, Noesthau not.
4:39:08–4:39:10Tell me what this means.
4:39:10–4:39:15But she, with all a woman's timidity at the sight, was at that very moment trembling in
4:39:15–4:39:20all her limbs, overcome by a fear stronger than her grief, and was frightened, moreover,
4:39:20–4:39:25by the dread of my death, and so with downcast heart she piteously replied,
4:39:25–4:39:29Princess, wretch that I am, I know not.
4:39:29–4:39:31Yet this is a great miracle.
4:39:31–4:39:36The man is of no mortal mold, and thou wert pideingly comforted by him in his flight
4:39:36–4:39:38as by a father.
4:39:38–4:39:44Such Godlike beings are not wont to deceive us, even in sleep, much less face to face,
4:39:44–4:39:48and when I think it over I cannot see the least cause for His speaking.
4:39:48–4:39:49Falsely.
4:39:49–4:39:55It is meat, therefore, that thou shouldst weigh it, and restrain thy longing for death.
4:39:55–4:40:00In thy presence stated is in truth a great ground for comfort.
4:40:00–4:40:04वोरोवर, कविपंजाला लेक। नाटक विप्जार-विमर्शक रेक।
4:40:04–4:40:06विप्जार-विमर्शक रेक। विप्जार-विमर्शक रेक।
4:40:06–4:40:08विप्जार-विमर्शक रेक। विप्जार-विमर्शक रेक।
4:40:08–4:40:10विप्जार-विमर्शक रेक। विप्जार-विमर्शक रेक।
4:40:10–4:40:14and carried off, and whither he is carried, and wherefore thou were consoled by him with
4:40:14–4:40:19the boon of a hope of reunion that exceeds thought, then thou canst devote thyself either
4:40:19–4:40:21to life or death.
4:40:21–4:40:25For when death is resolved upon, it is easy to compass.
4:40:25–4:40:32But this can wait, for Copangala, if he lives, will certainly not rest without seeing thee,
4:40:32–4:40:35therefore let thy life be preserved till his return.
4:40:35–4:40:38Thus saying, she fell at my feet.
4:40:38–4:40:44And I, from the thirst for life that mortals find so hard to overcome, and from the weakness
4:40:44–4:40:48of woman's nature, and from the illusion his words had created, and from my anxiety for
4:40:48–4:40:54Copangala's return, thought that that plan was best for the time, and did not die.
4:40:54–4:40:57For what will not hope achieve?
4:40:57–4:41:01That night I spent in Turalica's company on the bank of the lake.
4:41:01–4:41:06To my wretchedness it was like a night of doom, drawn out to a thousand years, all
4:41:06–4:41:10Torment, all grief, all hell, all fire.
4:41:10–4:41:15Sleep was rooted out, and I tossed on the ground, My face was hidden by the loosen and
4:41:15–4:41:19disheveled tresses that clung to my cheeks, Wet with tears and gray with dust, and my
4:41:19–4:41:25throat was weak, For my voice failed, broken with piteous weeping, double quotes.
4:41:25–4:41:31At dawn I arose and bathed in the lake, And having formed my resolve, I took, for
4:41:31–4:41:36love of Ponderica, his pitcher and his bark garments and his rosary, for I clearly knew
4:41:36–4:41:42the worthlessness of the world. I perceived my own lack of merit, I pictured to myself
4:41:42–4:41:47the remedyless cruelty of the blows of fate, I pondered the inevitableness of grief, I
4:41:47–4:41:52beheld the harshness of destiny, I meditated the course of love, rich in sorrow, I learnt
4:41:52–4:41:58the inconstancy of earthly things, I considered the frailness of all joys.
4:41:58–4:42:03Mother and Mother were disregarded, kinsfolk and followers abandoned, the joys of earth
4:42:03–4:42:07were banished from my mind, the senses held in firm restraint.
4:42:07–4:42:12I took the ascetic vow, and sought the protection of Siva, Lord of the three worlds and helper
4:42:12–4:42:15of the helpless.
4:42:15–4:42:19Next day my father came, having somehow learnt my story, bringing with him my mother and
4:42:19–4:42:21kinsfolk.
4:42:21–4:42:26Long he wept, and strove with all his might and by every means backslash, prayers,
4:42:26–4:42:32and tender words of every kind backslash to lead me home.
4:42:32–4:42:36And when he understood my firm resolve and knew that I could not be turned from that
4:42:36–4:42:41infatuation, he could not, even though without hope, part with his love for his child, and
4:42:41–4:42:46though I often bade him go, he stayed for some days, and went home at length full of
4:42:46–4:42:50grief, and with his heart hot within him, double quotes.
4:42:50–4:42:55After his going, it was only by empty tears that I could show my gratitude to my Lord,
4:42:55–4:43:01By many appennance I wasted my hated body, Worn away by love of him, rich and ill, devoid
4:43:01–4:43:05of shame, illomant, And the home of a thousand tortures of grief.
4:43:05–4:43:08I lived but on water and the roots and fruits of the wood,
4:43:08–4:43:12Under the guise of telling my beads I counted his virtues,
4:43:12–4:43:15Thrice a day I bathed in the lake, I daily worshipped Siva,
4:43:15–4:43:20And in this cell I dwelt with Turalica, Tasting the bitterness of a long.
4:43:20–4:43:22Grief
4:43:22–4:43:30Am I evil, delomined, shameless, cruel, cold, murderous, contemptible, useless, fruitless,
4:43:30–4:43:33helpless, and joyless?
4:43:33–4:43:38Why should one so noble as Thou dain to look on or speak with me, the doer of that monstrous
4:43:38–4:43:41crime, the slaughter of a brahmin?
4:43:41–4:43:46Thus saying, she covered her face with the white edge of her bark garment, as if veiling
4:43:46–4:43:51the moon with a fleck of autumn cloud, and, unable to quell the irresistible torrent
4:43:51–4:43:56of her tears, she gave way to her sobs, and began to weep loud and long.
4:43:56–4:44:01From the very first Kendrapada had been filled with reverence by her beauty, modesty, and
4:44:01–4:44:07courtesy, by the charm of her speech, her unselfishness and her austerity, and by her
4:44:07–4:44:11serenity, humility, dignity, and purity.
4:44:11–4:44:17But now he was carried away both by the story of her life, which showed her noble character,
4:44:17–4:44:21by her devoted spirit, and a fresh tenderness arose in him.
4:44:21–4:44:26With softened heart he gently said, Lady, those may weep who fear pain, and are devoid
4:44:26–4:44:32of gratitude, and love pleasure, for they are unable to do anything worthy of love, and
4:44:32–4:44:35show their affection merely by vain tears.
4:44:35–4:44:42But thou who hast done all rightly, what duty of love hast thou left undone, that thou weepest?
4:44:42–4:44:47For Pundarika's sake, thy kinsfolk who from thy birth have been around thee, dear as they
4:44:47–4:44:51were, have been forsaken as if they were strangers.
4:44:51–4:44:56Earthly pleasures, though at thy feet, have been despised and reckoned like his grass.
4:44:56–4:45:00The joys of power, though their riches excel the empire
4:45:00–4:45:02विंडर अछि। अछि। विंडर अछि। अछि।
4:45:02–4:45:05विंडर अछि। अछि। विंडर अछि। अछि।
4:45:05–4:45:07विंडर अछि। विंडर अछि। विंडर अछि।
4:45:07–4:45:09विंडर अछि। विंडर अछि। विंडर अछि।
4:45:09–4:45:11विंडर अछि। विंडर अछि। विंडर अछि।
4:45:11–4:45:16Thou hast dwelt in the woods, hard though it be for a woman.
4:45:16–4:45:21Moreover, life is easily resigned by those whom sorrow has overwhelmed, but it needs a
4:45:21–4:45:25greater effort not to throw away life in heavy grief.
4:45:25–4:45:28This following another to death is most vain.
4:45:28–4:45:31It is a path followed by the ignorant.
4:45:31–4:45:36It is a mere freak of madness, a path of ignorance, an enterprise of recklessness,
4:45:36–4:45:39a view of basic and moral values.
4:45:39–4:45:44rise of recklessness, a view of baseness, a sign of utter thoughtlessness, and a blunder
4:45:44–4:45:50of folly, that one should resign life on the death of father, brother, friend, or husband.
4:45:50–4:45:55If life leaves us not of itself, we must not resign it.
4:45:55–4:46:00For this leaving of life, if we examine it, is merely for our own interest, because we
4:46:00–4:46:03cannot bear our own cureless pain.
4:46:03–4:46:06To the dead man it brings no good whatever.
4:46:06–4:46:11For it is no means of bringing him back to life, or heaping up merit, or gaining heaven
4:46:11–4:46:17for him, or saving him from hell, or seeing him again, or being reunited with him.
4:46:17–4:46:22For he is led helplessly, irresistibly to another stake meat for the fruits of his own
4:46:22–4:46:24deeds.
4:46:24–4:46:28And yet he shares in the guilt of the friend who has killed himself.
4:46:28–4:46:32But a man who lives on can help greatly, by offerings of water and the like, both
4:46:32–4:46:37the dead man and himself, but by dying he helps neither.
4:46:37–4:46:42Remember how Rithi, the soul and beloved wife of love, when her noble husband, who won the
4:46:42–4:46:48hearts of all women, was burnt up by the fire of Siva, yet did not yield her life, and
4:46:48–4:46:53remember also Kuthi, of the race of Rishni, daughter of Surasena, for her lord was panda
4:46:53–4:46:58the wise, his seat was perfumed by the flowers and the crests of all the kings whom he
4:46:58–4:47:03had conquered without an effort, and he received the tribute of the whole earth, and yet when
4:47:03–4:47:08he was consumed by Kindama's curse she still remained alive.
4:47:08–4:47:14Uthara II, the young daughter of Varada, on the death of Abhimanyu, gentle and heroic,
4:47:14–4:47:18and joyful to the eyes as the young moon, yet lived on.
4:47:18–4:47:24And Akalia II, daughter of Dhritarastra, tenderly cared for by her hundred brothers,
4:47:24–4:47:29And Jayadratha, king of Sindhu, was slain by Arjuna, fair as he was and great as he had
4:47:29–4:47:34become by Sivah's gift, yet made no resignation of her life.
4:47:34–4:47:41And others are told of by thousands, daughters of Raksha's, gods, demons, ascetics, mortals,
4:47:41–4:47:46Siddhas and Gandharvas, who when bereft of their husbands yet preserved their lives.
4:47:46–4:47:51Still, where reunion is doubtful, life might be yielded.
4:47:51–4:47:56But for thee, thou hast heard from that great being a promise of reunion.
4:47:56–4:48:00What doubt can there be in a matter of thine own experience, and how could falsehood find
4:48:00–4:48:06a place in the words of such noble truth-speaking saints, even when there might be greater cause?
4:48:06–4:48:10And what union could there be between the dead and the living?
4:48:10–4:48:15Therefore of a surety that wondrous being was filled with pity and carried away ponderica
4:48:15–4:48:18to heaven solely to bring him back to life.
4:48:18–4:48:21For the power of great men transcends thought.
4:48:21–4:48:24Life has many aspects.
4:48:24–4:48:26Destiny is manifold.
4:48:26–4:48:31Those skilled in penance are fitted for wondrous miracles.
4:48:31–4:48:34Many are the forms of power gained by previous actions.
4:48:34–4:48:40Moreover, however subtly we may consider the matter, what other cause can we imagine for
4:48:40–4:48:44pondericas being taken away, but the gift of fresh life?
4:48:44–4:48:48In this, thou must know, is not impossible.
4:48:48–4:48:51It is a path often trodden.
4:48:51–4:48:56For Pramodvara, daughter of Vikvavesu, king of the Gandharvas in Manaka, lost her life
4:48:56–4:49:01through a poisonous snake at the hermitage of Stilikika, and the young ascetic Ruru,
4:49:01–4:49:07son of Pramodhi and grandson of the Brighus Ayavana, provided her with half his own life.
4:49:07–4:49:11And when Arjuna was following the Akvamita's deed, he was pierced in the van of the battle
4:49:11–4:49:18by an arrow from his own son Babruvahana, and a Nagamaden, Balupa, brought him back to life.
4:49:18–4:49:24When Parikshit, Abhimanyu's son, was consumed by Aquathama's fiery dart, though he had already
4:49:24–4:49:31died at birth, Krishna, filled with pity by Uthara's lament, restored his precious life.
4:49:31–4:49:36Anetaj Jayani, he whose steps are honored by the three worlds, carried off from the
4:49:36–4:49:40city of death the son of Sandipani the Brahman, and brought him back.
4:49:40–4:49:45And in thy case, too, the same will somehow come to pass.
4:49:45–4:49:50For by thy present grief, what is affected or what won?
4:49:50–4:49:52Fate is all-powerful.
4:49:52–4:49:54Destiny is strong.
4:49:54–4:49:57We cannot even draw a breath at our own will.
4:49:57–4:50:00The freaks of that accursed and most harsh destiny
4:50:00–4:50:30अव वश्वाव आव वश्वाव आव वश्वाव आव वश्वाव आव वश्वाव आव वश्वाव आव वश्वाव आव वश्वाव आव वश्वाव आव आव वश्वाव आव आव वश्वाव आव आव वश्वाव आव आव आव आव वश्वाव आव आव आव आव �
4:50:30–4:50:36conquer misfortune. With such gentle and soothing words he consoled her, and made her, albeit
4:50:36–4:50:42reluctantly, bathe her face with water brought in his joined hands from the cascade. Straightway
4:50:42–4:50:47the sun began to sink, as if he were leaving the day's duties from grief at hearing Mahakvita's
4:50:47–4:50:53story. Then day faded away, the sun hung shining red as the pollen of a cluster of Priyangu
4:50:53–4:50:58in full blossom, the quarters of space were losing the glow of sunset soft as silk died
4:50:58–4:51:03in the juice of many lotuses, the sky was tinged with red, glowing like the pupils of
4:51:03–4:51:09a partridge, while its blue was hidden, twilight was reddening and lighting up the earth, tawny
4:51:09–4:51:14as a pigeon's eye, the clusters of stars shone forth, vying with each other.
4:51:14–4:51:18The darkness of night was deepening into black, and stealing away.
4:51:18–4:51:24The broad path of the stars with its form dark as a forest buffalo, the woodland avenues
4:51:24–4:51:28seemed massed together as their green was hidden by deep gloom, the wind wandered cooled
4:51:28–4:51:33by night due, with its path tracked by the perfume of the wild flowers as it stirred the
4:51:33–4:51:38tangle of trees and creepers, and when night had its birds all still and sleep Mahakvita
4:51:38–4:51:43slowly rose, and saying her evening prayers, washed her feet with water from the pitcher
4:51:43–4:51:48and sat down with a hot, sorrowful sigh on her bark.
4:51:48–4:51:49COUCH
4:51:49–4:51:55Kendrapada, too, rose in portalibation of water strewn with flowers, said his evening
4:51:55–4:52:00prayer and made a couch on the other rock with soft creeper boughs.
4:52:00–4:52:04As he rested upon it he went over Mahatvita's story again in his mind.
4:52:04–4:52:10This evil love, thought he, has a power hard alike to cure and to endure.
4:52:10–4:52:15For even great men, when overcome by him, regard not the course of time, but suddenly
4:52:15–4:52:19lose all courage and surrender life.
4:52:19–4:52:24Yet all hail to love, whose rule is honored throughout the three worlds.
4:52:24–4:52:29And again he asked her, She that was thy handmaiden, thy friend in the resolve to dwell in the
4:52:29–4:52:34woods, and the sharer of the ascetic vow taken in thy sorrow-backslash, Turalika, where is
4:52:34–4:52:36she?
4:52:36–4:52:41Noble sir, she replied, From the race of apse races sprung from ambrosia of which I told
4:52:41–4:52:46you, there was born a feride daughter named Madeira, who married King Satrearatha, the
4:52:46–4:52:51king whose footstool was formed of the buds and the crests of all the gondarves.
4:52:51–4:52:57And by her countless virtues, he showed his favor by giving her the title of Chief Queen,
4:52:57–4:53:02bearing with it cowry, scepter, and umbrella, marked by a golden throne, and placing all
4:53:02–4:53:07the Zenana below her backslash, a woman's rarest glory.
4:53:07–4:53:11And as they pursued together the joys of youth in their utter devotion to each other,
4:53:11–4:53:16a priceless daughter was in due time born to them, by name Kadambari, most wondrous,
4:53:16–4:53:22the very life of her parents and of the whole Gandharv race and even of all living beings.
4:53:22–4:53:28From her birth she was the friend of my childhood and shared with me seat, couch, meat and drink,
4:53:28–4:53:33on her my deepest love was set and she was the home of all my confidence and like my
4:53:33–4:53:35other heart.
4:53:35–4:53:39Together we learned to dance and sing and our childhood passed away free from restraint
4:53:39–4:53:42in the sports that belong to it.
4:53:42–4:53:46From sorrow at my unhappy story she made a resolve that she would in no wise accept a
4:53:46–4:53:51husband while I was still in grief, and before her girlfriend she took an oath, saying, if
4:53:51–4:53:56my father shouldn't any wise or at any time wish to marry me against my will and by force,
4:53:56–4:54:02I will end my life by hunger, fire, cord, or poison.
4:54:02–4:54:06Sitaratha himself heard all the resolution of his daughter, spoken of positively in
4:54:06–4:54:11the repeated gossip of her attendance, and as time went on, seeing that she was growing
4:54:11–4:54:17to full youth, he became prey to great vexation, and for a time took pleasure in nothing, and
4:54:17–4:54:22yet, as she was his only child and he dearly loved her, he could say nothing to her, though
4:54:22–4:54:25he saw no other resource.
4:54:25–4:54:29But as he deemed the time now ripe, he considered the matter with Queen Madeira, and sent the
4:54:29–4:54:34herald Charoda to me at early dawn with the message, Dear Mahakvita, our hearts were
4:54:34–4:54:40already burned up by thy sad fate, and now this new thing has come upon us.
4:54:40–4:54:43With thee we look to win back Kadambari.
4:54:43–4:54:48Thereupon, in reverence to the words of one so respected, and in love to my friend, I
4:54:48–4:54:53sent Terallika with Ksharota to bid Kadambari not add grief to one already sad enough, for
4:54:53–4:54:58if she wished me to live she must fulfill her father's words, and ere Terallika had
4:54:58–4:54:59been long gone, thou.
4:55:00–4:55:30नोबल स्वर, केमस्ट विस्पाः। तो शावाशा क्या विस्वाशा क्या विस्वाशा क्या विस्वाशा क्या विस्वाशा क्या विस्वाशा क्या विस्वाशा क्या विस्वाशा क्या विस्वाशा क्या विस्वाशा क्या विस्वाशा क्या विस्वाशा क्या विस्वाशा
4:55:30–4:55:34sleep, and quietly lay down himself on his leafy couch and fell asleep while thinking
4:55:34–4:55:39what Vaikampayana and sorrowing Patrolaka and his princely compures would then be imagining
4:55:39–4:55:44about him. Then at dawn, when Mahakvita had honored the twilight and was murmuring the
4:55:44–4:55:49Agamarshana, and Kendrapada had said his morning prayer, Turallaka was seen coming
4:55:49–4:55:56with a gandharva boy named Kiyuraka. As she drew near, she looked long at Kendrapada,
4:55:56–4:56:01wondering who he might be, and approaching Mahakvita, she bowed low and sat respectfully
4:56:01–4:56:02by her.
4:56:02–4:56:08Then Kayuraka, with head low bent even from afar, took his place on a rock some way off,
4:56:08–4:56:12assigned to him by a glance from Mahakvita, and was filled with wonder at the sight of
4:56:12–4:56:19Kendrapita's marvelous beauty, rare, mocking that of gods, demons, gone-larves, and vidyat-haras,
4:56:19–4:56:22and surpassing even the god of love.
4:56:22–4:56:25When she had finished her prayers, Mahakvita asked Turallaka,
4:56:25–4:56:29Didst thou see my dear Kadambari well?
4:56:29–4:56:31And will she do as I said?
4:56:31–4:56:36Princess, said Turallaka, in a very sweet voice, with head respectfully inclined,
4:56:36–4:56:42I saw Princess Kadambari well in all respects, and told her all thine advice, and what
4:56:42–4:56:46was her reply, when with a continuous stream of thick tears she had heard it, that her
4:56:46–4:56:52loot player Kayurika, whom she has sent, shall tell thee, and as she ceased Kayurika said,
4:56:52–4:56:59Princess Mahakvita, my lady Kadambari, with a close embrace, sends this message, is this,
4:56:59–4:57:05that Terallika has been sent to tell me, said to please my parents or to test my feelings,
4:57:05–4:57:11or to subtly reproach me for my crime and dwelling at home, or is it a desire to break
4:57:11–4:57:17our friendship, or a device to desert one who loves her, or is it simply anger?
4:57:17–4:57:21Thou knowest that my heart overflows with a love that was inborn in me.
4:57:21–4:57:25How would thou not ashamed to send so cruel a message?
4:57:25–4:57:31Thou, burst so soft of speech, from whom hast thou learned to speak unkindness and utter
4:57:31–4:57:32reproach?
4:57:32–4:57:37Who in his senses would, even if happy, make up his mind to undertake even a slight matter
4:57:37–4:57:39that would end in pain?
4:57:39–4:57:44How much less one like me, whose heart is struck down by deep grief?
4:57:44–4:57:49For in a heart worn by a friend's sorrow, what hope is there of joy, what contentment,
4:57:49–4:57:52what pleasures, or what mirth?
4:57:52–4:57:58How should I fulfill the desire of love, poisonous, pitiless, unkind, who has brought my dear
4:57:58–4:58:01friend to so sad a plight?
4:58:01–4:58:05Even the hen-cock-ra-vaka, when the lotus beds are widowed by the sun setting, renounces
4:58:05–4:58:10from the friendship that arises from dwelling among them, the joys of union with her Lord,
4:58:10–4:58:14how much more, then, should women?
4:58:14–4:58:18While my friend dwells day and night sorrowing for the loss of her Lord and avoiding the sight
4:58:18–4:58:22of mankind, how could anyone else enter my heart, and while my friend in her sorrow tortures
4:58:22–4:58:27herself with penances and suffers great pain, how could I think so lightly of that as
4:58:27–4:58:33to seek my own happiness and accept a husband, or how could any happiness befall me?
4:58:33–4:58:38from love of thee I have in this matter accepted disgrace by embracing an independent life
4:58:38–4:58:44contrary to the wound of maidens. I have despised noble breeding, transgressed my parents' commands,
4:58:44–4:58:50said it not the gossip of mankind, thrown away modesty, but women's inborn grace, how, tell
4:58:50–4:58:57me, should such a one go back? Therefore I salute thee, I bow before thee, I embrace
4:58:57–4:59:03thy feet, be gracious to me. As thou hast gone hence into the forest, taking my life
4:59:03–4:59:09with thee, make not this request in thy mind, even in a dream. Thus having said, he became
4:59:09–4:59:15silent, and Mahakvita thought long, and then dismissed Kauraka, saying, Do thou depart,
4:59:15–4:59:21I will go to her and do what is fitting. On his departure she said to Kendrapada, Prince,
4:59:21–4:59:26Hemakuta is pleasant and the royal city of Satrāratha marvelous, the Kanara country
4:59:26–4:59:32is curious, the Gondarv world beautiful, and Kadambari is noble and generous of heart.
4:59:32–4:59:37If thou demest not the journey too tedious, if no serious business is hindered, if thy
4:59:37–4:59:43mind is curious to behold rare sights, if thou art encouraged by my words, if the sight of
4:59:43–4:59:48wonders gives thee joy, if thou wilt deign to grant my request, if thou thinkest me worthy
4:59:48–4:59:53of not being denied, if any friendship has grown up between us, or if I am deserving
4:59:53–4:59:58of thy favor, then thou canst not disdain to fulfill this prayer.
4:59:58–5:00:00Thou canst go hencewith me.
5:00:00–5:00:30अछि।
5:00:30–5:00:33art that wholly tends to make others happy.
5:00:33–5:00:38Lady, replied Candrapada, from the first moment of seeing the eye have been devoted to thy
5:00:38–5:00:39service.
5:00:39–5:00:45Let thy will be imposed without hesitation, so saying, he started in her company.
5:00:45–5:00:50In due time he reached Hemakuta, the royal city of the Gondarves, and passing through
5:00:50–5:00:55the seven inner courts with their golden arches, the prince approached the door of the maiden's
5:00:55–5:00:56dwelling.
5:00:56–5:01:02Escorted by porters, who ran forward at the side of Mahakvita, bowing while yet far off,
5:01:02–5:01:08and holding their golden staves, he entered and beheld the inside of the maiden's palace.
5:01:08–5:01:12It seemed a new woman's world, consisting wholly of women in countless numbers, as if
5:01:12–5:01:17the woman kind of the three worlds had been gathered together to make such a total,
5:01:17–5:01:21or it might be a fresh manless creation, a yet unborn continent of girls, of fifth
5:01:21–5:01:22women's.
5:01:22–5:01:28Era, a fresh race created by Prajapati out of hatred for men, or a treasury of women
5:01:28–5:01:31prepared for the making of many yugas.
5:01:31–5:01:37The wave of girlish beauty which surrounded it on all sides, which flooded space, sprinkled
5:01:37–5:01:41nectar on the day, rained splendor on the interstices of the world, and shone lustrous
5:01:41–5:01:47as an emerald, made the place all aglow as if with thousands of moons, it seemed modeled
5:01:47–5:01:52in moonlight, jewels made another sky, service was done by bright glances, every
5:01:52–5:01:57Every part was made for youthful pleasures, here was an assemblage for rithi sports, a
5:01:57–5:02:02material for love's practice, here the entrance of all was made.
5:02:02–5:02:08Smooth by love, here all was affection, beauty, the supreme deity of passion, the arrows of
5:02:08–5:02:13love, here all was wonder, marvel, and tenderness of youth.
5:02:13–5:02:17When he had gone a little way in he heard the pleasant talk of the maidens round Kadambari
5:02:17–5:02:20as they wandered hither and thither.
5:02:20–5:02:25such as, Livalika, deck the Livali trenches with Kitaki pollen.
5:02:25–5:02:29Sugrika, sprinkle jewel dust in the tanks of scented water.
5:02:29–5:02:34Mernalika, inlay with saffron dust the pairs of toy cockavocas in the artificial lotus
5:02:34–5:02:36beds.
5:02:36–5:02:40Makarika, scent the potpourri with camphor juice.
5:02:40–5:02:45Rajanaka, place jeweled lamps in the dark tamala avenues.
5:02:45–5:02:50Mootika, cover the pomegranates with pearly nets to keep off the birds.
5:02:50–5:02:55Nipinika, draw saffron lines on the breasts of the jeweled dolls.
5:02:55–5:03:00Utpalika, sweep with golden brooms the emerald arbor in the plain-tane house.
5:03:00–5:03:05Khazarika, sprinkle with wine the houses of buckle flowers.
5:03:05–5:03:10Malatika, redden with red lead the ivory roof of Kama's shrine.
5:03:10–5:03:14Nalinika, give the tame Callahams as lotus honey to drink.
5:03:14–5:03:18Cadalica, take the tame peacocks to the shower bath.
5:03:18–5:03:21Comalinica, give some sap from the lotus fibers
5:03:21–5:03:24to the young cockroaches.
5:03:24–5:03:28Cutalatica, give the caged pigeons their meal of mango buds.
5:03:28–5:03:31Palavica, distribute to the tame heritola pigeons
5:03:31–5:03:34some topmost leaves of the peppetry.
5:03:34–5:03:37Lavangica, throw some pieces of pipily leaves
5:03:37–5:03:40into the partridge's cages.
5:03:40–5:03:43Matucarica, make some flowery ornaments.
5:03:43–5:03:48Mayurika dismissed the pairs of Kanaras in the singing room.
5:03:48–5:03:53Kandalika bring up the pairs of partridges to the top of the playing hill.
5:03:53–5:03:57Horinika give the caged parrots and main is their lesson.
5:03:57–5:04:02Then he beheld Kadambari herself in the midst of her pavilion encircled by a bevy of maiden
5:04:02–5:04:07sitting by her whose glittering gems made them like a cluster of culpa trees.
5:04:07–5:04:12She was resting on her bent arms which lay on a white pillow placed on a small couch
5:04:12–5:04:17covered with blue silk, she was fan by cowherd bearers, that in the motion of their waving arms were
5:04:17–5:04:22like swimmers in the wide-flowing stream of her beauty, as if it covered the earth, which was
5:04:22–5:04:28only held up by the tusks of Mahavarra. And as her reflection fell, she seemed on the jeweled
5:04:28–5:04:34pavement below to be borne away by serpents, on the walls hard by to be led by the guardians
5:04:34–5:04:39of space, on the roof above to be cast upwards by the gods, to be received by the pillars
5:04:39–5:04:44into their inmost heart, to be drunk in by the palace mirrors, to be lifted to the sky
5:04:44–5:04:49by the videothorus scattered in the pavilion, looking down from the roof, to be surrounded
5:04:49–5:04:54by the universe concealed in the guise of pictures, all thronging together to see.
5:04:54–5:04:59Her, to be gazed at by the palace itself, which had gained a thousand eyes to behold
5:04:59–5:05:00her,
5:05:00–5:05:02इन अछिए आजिए आजिए आजिए पीकोख विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
5:05:02–5:05:08as they danced to the clashing of her gems, and to be steadily looked on by her own attendants,
5:05:08–5:05:11who seemed in their eagerness to behold her to have gained a divine insight.
5:05:12–5:05:17Her beauty bore the impressive awakening love, though but yet in promise, and she seemed to
5:05:17–5:05:24be casting childhood aside like a thing of no worth. Such was Kadambari as the prince beheld her.
5:05:25–5:05:31Before her was seated Kayuraka, loud in praise of Kendrapita's beauty, as Kadambari questioned him,
5:05:31–5:05:36saying, who is he, and what are his parentage, name, appearance, and age?
5:05:37–5:05:42What did he say, and what didst thou reply? How long didst thou see him?
5:05:43–5:05:48How has he become so close a friend to Mahakvita? And why is he coming hither?
5:05:49–5:05:56Now, on beholding the moon-like. Beauty of Kadambari's face, the prince's heart was stirred like the
5:05:56–5:06:03tide of ocean. Why, thought he, did not the Creator make all my senses into sight, or
5:06:03–5:06:09what noble deed has my eye done that it may look on her unchecked? Surely it is a wonder.
5:06:09–5:06:15The Creator has here made a home for every charm. Whence have the parts of this exceeding
5:06:15–5:06:20beauty been gathered? Surely from the tears that fell from the Creator's eyes in the
5:06:20–5:06:25labor of thought, as He gently molded her with His hands, all the lotuses in the world
5:06:25–5:06:31have their birth. And as he thus thought his eye met hers, and she, thinking, this is he
5:06:31–5:06:36of whom Keurika spoke, let her glance, widened by wonder of his exceeding beauty, dwell long
5:06:36–5:06:42and quietly on him. Confused by the sight of Kadambari, yet illumined by the brightness
5:06:42–5:06:47of her gaze, he stood for a moment like a rock, while at the sight of him a thrill
5:06:47–5:06:54rose in Kadambari, her jewels clashed, and she half rose. Then love caused aglow, but
5:06:54–5:06:59The excuse was the effort of hastily rising, trembling hinted her steps backslash, the
5:06:59–5:07:04hances around, drawn by the sound of the anklets, got the blame, the heaving of a sigh stirred
5:07:04–5:07:08her robe backslash, it was thought due to the wind of the cowries.
5:07:08–5:07:12Her hand fell on her heart, as if to touch can drape it as image that had entered in
5:07:12–5:07:18backslash, it pretended to cover her bosom, she let fall tears of joy backslash.
5:07:18–5:07:22The excuse was the pollen falling from the flowers in her ear.
5:07:22–5:07:26Shane choked her voice backslash, the swarm of bees hastening to the lotus sweetness of
5:07:26–5:07:32her mouth was the cause, the pain of the first touch of love's arrow caused a sigh backslash,
5:07:32–5:07:36the pain of the kataki thorns amidst the flowers shared the guilt, a tremor shook her
5:07:36–5:07:41hand backslash, keeping off the fortress who had come with a message was her pretense,
5:07:41–5:07:47and while love was thus entering into Kadambari, a second love, as it were, arose, who with
5:07:47–5:07:50her entered the heart of Kendrapida.
5:07:50–5:07:55For he thought the flash of her jewels but a veil, her entrance into his heart a favor,
5:07:55–5:08:00the tinkling of her gems a conversation, her capture of all his senses a grace, and contact
5:08:00–5:08:04with her bright beauty the fulfillment of all his wishes.
5:08:04–5:08:09Meanwhile Kadambari, advancing with difficulty a few steps, affectionately and with yearning
5:08:09–5:08:14embraced her friend, who also yearned for the sight of her so long delayed, and Mahakvita
5:08:14–5:08:20returned her embrace yet more closely, and said, Dear Kadambari, in the land of Bharata
5:08:20–5:08:25there is a king named Trapida, who wards off all grief from his subjects, and who has impressed
5:08:25–5:08:30his seal on the four oceans by the edge of the hoofs of his noble steeds, and this his
5:08:30–5:08:36son, named Kendrapida, decked with the orb. Of earth resting on the support of his own
5:08:36–5:08:42rock-like arms, as, in pursuit of world conquest, approached this land, and he, from the moment
5:08:42–5:08:46I first beheld him, has instinctively become my friend, though there was not to make
5:08:46–5:08:52him so, and, though my heart was cold from its resignation of all ties, yet he has attracted
5:08:52–5:08:56it by the rare and innate nobility of his character.
5:08:56–5:09:02For it is rare to find a man of keen mind who is at once true of heart, unselfish in friendship,
5:09:02–5:09:04and wholly swayed by courtesy.
5:09:04–5:09:09Wherefore, having beheld him, I brought him hither by force.
5:09:09–5:09:13For I thought thou should's behold as I have done a wonder of Brahma's workmanship,
5:09:13–5:09:18a peerless owner of beauty, a supplanter of Lakshmi, birth's joy in a noble lord, the
5:09:18–5:09:24surpassing of gods by mortals, the full fruition of woman's eyes, the only meeting place of all
5:09:24–5:09:30graces, the empire of nobility, and the mirror of courtesy for men. And my dear friend has
5:09:30–5:09:36often been spoken of to him by me. Therefore dismiss shame on the ground of his being unseen
5:09:36–5:09:41before, lay aside diffidence as to his being a stranger, cast away suspicion rising from
5:09:41–5:09:46his character being unknown, and behave to him as to me.
5:09:46–5:09:50He is thy friend, thy kinsman, and thy servant.
5:09:50–5:09:55At these words of hers can drape it abound low before Kadambari, and as she glanced sideways
5:09:55–5:09:59at him affectionately there fell from her eyes, with their beautiful pupils turned towards
5:09:59–5:10:00the corn.
5:10:00–5:10:05अनर of their long orbs, a flood of joyous tears, as though from weariness.
5:10:05–5:10:10The moonlight of a smile, white as nectar, darted forth, as if it were the dust raised
5:10:10–5:10:15by the heart as it hastily set out, one eyebrow was raised as if to bid the head on her with
5:10:15–5:10:20an answering reverence the guest so dear to the heart, her hand crept to her softly
5:10:20–5:10:25parting lips, and might seem, as the light of an emerald ring flashed between the fingers,
5:10:25–5:10:27to have taken some beetle.
5:10:27–5:10:32She bowed diffidently, and then sat down on the couch with Mahakvita, and the attendants
5:10:32–5:10:38quickly brought a stool with gold feet and a covering of white silk, and placed it near.
5:10:38–5:10:42The couch and khandrapada took his seat thereon.
5:10:42–5:10:47To please Mahakvita, the Portresses, knowing Kadambari's wishes, and having by a hand
5:10:47–5:10:52placed on closed lips received in order to stop all sounds, checked on every side the
5:10:52–5:10:58the sound of pipe, loot and song, and the magata women's cry of, all hail.
5:10:58–5:11:03When the servants had quickly brought water, Kadambari herself washed Mahakvita's feet
5:11:03–5:11:08and, drying them with her robe, sat on the couch again, and Madhulika, a friend worthy
5:11:08–5:11:14of Kadambari, dear as her own life and the home of all her confidence, insisted on washing
5:11:14–5:11:18Kandrapati's feet, unwilling though he were.
5:11:18–5:11:23Kattit Vita meanwhile asked Kadambari how she was, and lovingly touched with her hand the
5:11:23–5:11:28corner of her friend's eyes, which shone with the reflected light of her earrings, she lifted
5:11:28–5:11:33the flowers in Kadambari's ear, all covered with bees, and softly stroked the coils
5:11:33–5:11:37of her hair, roughened by the wind of the cowries.
5:11:37–5:11:42And Kadambari, ashamed, from love to her friend, of her own well-being, as though feeling
5:11:42–5:11:46that in still dwelling at home she had committed a crime, said with an effort that all
5:11:46–5:11:52was well with her. Then, though filled with grief and intent on gazing at Mahak Vita's
5:11:52–5:11:58face, yet her eye, with its pupil dark and quivering as it looked out sideways, was,
5:11:58–5:12:03under the influence of love, with bow fully bent irresistibly drawn by Kendrappita's
5:12:03–5:12:08face, and she could not turn it away. At that same moment she felt jealousy of his
5:12:08–5:12:12being pictured on the cheek of her friend standing near backslash, the pain of absence
5:12:12–5:12:18as his reflection faded away on her own breast, pierced by a thrill-backslash, the anger of
5:12:18–5:12:23a rival wife as the image of the statues fell on him-backslash, the sorrow of despair as
5:12:23–5:12:29he closed his eyes, and blindness as his image was veiled by tears of joy.
5:12:29–5:12:35At the end of a moment Mahakvita said to Kadambari as she was intent on giving Beatle, Dear Kadambari,
5:12:35–5:12:41the moment has approached for us to show honor to our newly arrived guest, Kendrapada.
5:12:41–5:12:47forgive him some. But averting her bent face, Kadambari replied slowly and indistinctly,
5:12:47–5:12:53Dear friend, I am ashamed to do so, for I do not know him. Do thou take it, for thou
5:12:53–5:12:58canst without the forwardness there would be in me, and give it him, and it was only
5:12:58–5:13:03after many persuasions, that with difficulty, and like a village maiden, she resolved to
5:13:03–5:13:10give it. Her eyes were never drawn for Mahakvita's face, her limbs trembled, her glance wavered,
5:13:10–5:13:15She sighed deeply, she was stunned by love with his shaft, and she seemed to pray to
5:13:15–5:13:19terror as she stretched forth her hand, holding the beetle as if trying to cling to something
5:13:19–5:13:22under the idea she was falling.
5:13:22–5:13:27The hand can drape it as stretched out, by nature-pink, as if red-lead had fallen upon
5:13:27–5:13:32it from the flapping of his triumphal elephant, was darkened by the scars of the boistering,
5:13:32–5:13:36and seen to have drops of chalyrium clinging to it from touching the eyes of his enemies'
5:13:36–5:13:41Lakshmi, weeping as he drew her by the hair, its fingers by the fourth flashing rays of
5:13:41–5:13:46his nails seemed to run up hastily, to grow long and to laugh, and the hands seemed to
5:13:46–5:13:52raise five other fingers in the five senses that, in desire, to touch her, had just made
5:13:52–5:13:55their entry full of love.
5:13:55–5:13:59Then contending feelings took possession of Kadambari as if they had gathered together
5:13:59–5:14:04in curiosity to see the grace at that moment so easy of access.
5:14:04–5:14:08Her hand, as she did not look wither it was going, was stretched vainly forth, and the
5:14:08–5:14:13rays of its nails seemed to hasten forward to seek Kendrapida's hand, and with the murmur
5:14:13–5:14:19of the line of bracelets stirred by her trembling, it seemed to say, as drops of moisture arose
5:14:19–5:14:24on it, let this slave offered by love be accepted, as if she were offering herself,
5:14:24–5:14:29and henceforth it is in thy hand, as if she were making it into a living being,
5:14:29–5:14:31and so she gave the beetle.
5:14:31–5:14:35And in drawing back her hand she did not notice the fall of her bracelet, which had slipped
5:14:35–5:14:40down her arm in eagerness to touch him, like her heart pierced by love shaft, and taking
5:14:40–5:14:44another piece of beetle, she gave it to Mahakvita.
5:14:44–5:14:49Then there came up with hasty steps a manna, a very flower, in that.
5:14:49–5:14:54Her feet were yellow as lotus filaments, her beak was like a campak bud, and her wings
5:14:54–5:14:57blue as a lotus petal.
5:14:57–5:14:59behind her came a parrot, slow and gate.
5:15:00–5:15:05अछि।, आमरोलडविंड, विछ आभिक लाए कोर्ल अगिण बेरिंग अखिण त्रीरएड रेंभो।
5:15:05–5:15:14आग्रिली त्मेना बिगन, प्रिंशेस काटमभारि, विजाश्त ताउ नाथ रेष्ट्चिद, इल मनरध, कन सीटद बरद फ्रुविम्श्विण।
5:15:14–5:15:21me. If thou overlookest my being oppressed by him, I will certainly destroy myself. I swear
5:15:21–5:15:27it truly by thy lotus feet." At these words Kadambari smiled, but Mahakvita,
5:15:27–5:15:32not knowing the story, asked Madalika what she was saying, and she told the following
5:15:32–5:15:37tale, This manna, Kolandhi, is a friend of Princess Kadambari, and was given by her
5:15:37–5:15:43solemnly in marriage to Parahasa, the parrot. And today, ever since she saw him reciting
5:15:43–5:15:49something at early dawn to Kadambari's beetle-bearer, Tamalaka, alone, she has been filled with
5:15:49–5:15:54jealousy, and in forwardness of wrath will not go near him, or speak, or touch, or look
5:15:54–5:15:59at him, and though we have all tried to soothe her, she will not be soothed.
5:15:59–5:16:04There at a smile spread over Kendrapada's face, and he softly laughed and said, This is
5:16:04–5:16:06the course of gossip.
5:16:06–5:16:11It is heard in the court, by a succession of ears the attendants pass it on, the
5:16:11–5:16:16Outside world repeats it, the tale wanders to the ends of the earth, and we too hear
5:16:16–5:16:21how this parrot perihasa has fallen in love with Princess Kadambari's beetle bear, and,
5:16:21–5:16:25enslaved by love, knows nothing of the past.
5:16:25–5:16:31Away with this ill-behaved, shameless deserter of his wife, and away with her too.
5:16:31–5:16:35But is it fitting in the princess not to restrain her giddy slave?
5:16:35–5:16:39Perhaps her cruelty, however, was shown at the first in giving poor colony to this
5:16:39–5:16:45ill-conducted bird. What can she do now? For women feel that a shared
5:16:45–5:16:49wifehood is the bitterest matter for indignation, the chief cause for
5:16:49–5:16:53estrangement, and the greatest possible insult.
5:16:53–5:16:57Colony has been only too patient that in the aversion caused by this weight of grief
5:16:57–5:17:03she has not slain herself by poison, fire, or famine. For nothing makes a woman more
5:17:03–5:17:08despised, and if, after such a crime, she is willing to be reconciled and to live
5:17:08–5:17:16with him again, shame on her. Enough of her. Let her be banished and cast out in scorn.
5:17:16–5:17:21Who will speak to her or look at her again, and who will mention her name?
5:17:21–5:17:27A laugh arose among Qadambari's women as they heard his mirthful words. But Parihasa, hearing
5:17:27–5:17:34his jesting speech, said, cutting Prince, she is clever. Unsteady as she is, she is
5:17:34–5:17:42not to be taken in by thee or anyone else. She knows all these crooked speeches. She understands
5:17:42–5:17:50a jest. Her mind is sharpened by contact with a court. Cease thy jests. She is no subject
5:17:50–5:17:57for the talk of bold men. For, soft of speech as she is, she knows well the time, cause,
5:17:57–5:18:03measure, object, and topic for wrath and for peace. Meanwhile, a herald came up and
5:18:03–5:18:10said to Mahakvita, Princess, King Satrearatha and Queen Madeira sent to see thee, and she,
5:18:10–5:18:15eager to go, asked Kadambari, friend, where should Kandrapada stay?
5:18:15–5:18:19The latter, inwardly smiling at the thought that he had already found a place in the heart
5:18:19–5:18:25of thousands of women, said aloud, Dear Mahakvita, why speak thus?
5:18:25–5:18:29Since I beheld him I have not been mistress of myself, far less than of my palace and
5:18:29–5:18:31my servants.
5:18:31–5:18:35Let him stay wherever it pleases him in my dear friend's heart."
5:18:35–5:18:40Thereon Mahakveda replied, Let him stay in the jeweled house on the playing hill of the royal
5:18:40–5:18:44garden near thy palace, and went to see the king.
5:18:44–5:18:49Kendrapada went away at her departure, followed by maidens, sent for his amusement by the
5:18:49–5:18:54portraits at Kadambari's bidding, players on loot and pipe, singers, skillful dice and
5:18:54–5:18:59draught players, practiced painters and reciters of graceful verses, he was led by his old
5:18:59–5:19:05acquaintance Kayurika to the jeweled hall on the playing hill. When he was gone a gondar
5:19:05–5:19:10of princess dismissed her girlfriends and attendants, and followed only by a few, went
5:19:10–5:19:16into the palace. There she fell on her couch, while her maiden stayed some way off, full
5:19:16–5:19:23of respect, and tried to comfort her. At length she came to, herself, and remaining alone,
5:19:23–5:19:26She was filled with shame.
5:19:26–5:19:31For modesty censured her, light one, what hast thou begun?
5:19:31–5:19:36Self-respect reproached her, donner of princess, how is this fitting for thee?
5:19:36–5:19:41Simplicity mocked her, where has thy childhood gone before its day was over?
5:19:41–5:19:47Youth warned her, willful girl, do not carry out alone any wild plan of thine own.
5:19:47–5:19:53Dignity rebuked her, timid child, this is not the course of a high-born maiden.
5:19:53–5:19:58blamed her, reckless girl, avoid this unseemly behavior.
5:19:58–5:20:00High birth admonished her.
5:20:00–5:20:04वूलिश वून, लव रफ लेद दींट तो लगिनिस।
5:20:04–5:20:05वूलिश वून, लव रफ लेद दींट तो लगिनिस।
5:20:05–5:20:10cried shame on her, whence comes thine unsteadiness of nature.
5:20:10–5:20:15Nobility rebuked her, self-willed, my authority is said it not by thee.
5:20:15–5:20:20And she thought within herself, what shameful conduct is this of mine, in that I cast away
5:20:20–5:20:25all fear, and show my unsteadiness and am blinded by folly.
5:20:25–5:20:30In my audacity I never thought he was a stranger, in my shamelessness I did not consider that
5:20:30–5:20:34he would think me light of nature, I never examined his character, I never thought
5:20:34–5:20:39in my folly if I were worthy of his regard, I had no dread of an unexpected rebuff, I had
5:20:39–5:20:43no fear of my parents, no anxiety about gossip.
5:20:43–5:20:50Nay, more, I did not in my unkindness remember that Mahakvita was in sorrow, in my stupidity
5:20:50–5:20:54I did not notice that my friends stood by and beheld me, in my utter dullness I did not
5:20:54–5:20:58see that my servants behind were observing me.
5:20:58–5:21:02Even grave minds would mark such utter forgetfulness of seamliness.
5:21:02–5:21:06How much more Mahakvita, who knows the course of love, and my friends skilled in all its
5:21:06–5:21:13ways, and my attendants who know all its symptoms, and whose wits are sharpened by life at court?
5:21:13–5:21:17The slaves of a Zenana have keen eyes in such matters.
5:21:17–5:21:20My evil fate has undone me.
5:21:20–5:21:24Better were it for me now to die than live a shameful life.
5:21:24–5:21:29What will my father and mother and the gondarves say when they hear this tale?
5:21:29–5:21:31What can I do?
5:21:31–5:21:33What remedy is there?
5:21:33–5:21:35How can I cover this error?
5:21:35–5:21:41To whom can I tell this folly of my undisciplined senses, and where shall I go, consumed by comma,
5:21:41–5:21:43the five-arrowed God?
5:21:43–5:21:48I had made a promise in Mahakvita's sorrow, I had announced it before my friends, I had
5:21:48–5:21:53sent a message of it by the hands of Kiyuraka, and how it has now come about that that
5:21:53–5:21:58beguiling Candrapada has been brought hither, and know not, ill-fated that I am, whether
5:21:58–5:22:04it be by cruel fate or proud love, or nemesis of my former deeds, or a cursed death, or
5:22:04–5:22:12anything else. But some power unseen, unknown, unheard of, unthought of and unimagined before,
5:22:12–5:22:17has come to delude me. At the mere sight of him I am a captive in bonds, I am cast into
5:22:17–5:22:23a cage and handed over by my senses, I am enslaved and led to him by love, I am sent
5:22:23–5:22:28away by affection, I am sold at a price by my feelings, I am made as a household chattel
5:22:28–5:22:36by my heart. I will have nothing to do with this worthless one. Thus for a moment she resolved.
5:22:36–5:22:41But having made this resolve, she was mocked by Kendrapida's image stirred by the trembling
5:22:41–5:22:47of her heart, if thou, in thy false reserve, will have not to do with me, I will go.
5:22:47–5:22:51She was asked by her life, which clung to her in a farewell embrace before starting
5:22:51–5:22:56at the moment of her determination to give up Kendrapada, she was addressed by a tear
5:22:56–5:23:00that rose at that moment, let him be seen once more with clearer eyes, whether he be
5:23:00–5:23:06worthy of rejection or no, she was chidden by love, saying, I will take away that pride
5:23:06–5:23:11together with thy life, and so her heart was again turned to Kendrapada.
5:23:11–5:23:16Overwhelmed when the force of her meditation had collapsed, by the access of love, she
5:23:16–5:23:22rose, under its sway, and stood looking through the window at the playing hill.
5:23:22–5:23:28And there, as if bewildered by a veil of joyful tears, she saw with her memory, not her eyes,
5:23:28–5:23:34as if fearing to soil with a hot-hander picture, she painted with her fancy, not with her brush,
5:23:34–5:23:38dreading the intervention of a thrill, she offered an embrace with her heart, not her
5:23:38–5:23:43breast, unable to bear his delay in coming, she sent her mind, not her servants, to
5:23:43–5:23:45meet him.
5:23:45–5:23:48Meanwhile, Kendrapida willingly entered.
5:23:48–5:23:53The jeweled house, as if it were a second heart of Kadambari.
5:23:53–5:23:57On the rock was strewn a blanket, with pillows piled on it at either end, and thereon he
5:23:57–5:24:03lay down, with his feet in Kayuraka's lap, while the maiden sat round him in the places
5:24:03–5:24:05appointed for them.
5:24:05–5:24:09With a heart in turmoil he betook himself to reflection, are these graces of Princess
5:24:09–5:24:15cotton barry, that steal all men's hearts, in maiden her, or has love, with kindness
5:24:15–5:24:19one by no service of mine, ordained them for me.
5:24:19–5:24:23For she gave me a side-long glance with loving, reddened eyes half-curved as if they were
5:24:23–5:24:28covered with the pollen of love's flowery darts as they fell on her heart.
5:24:28–5:24:33She modestly veiled herself with a bright smile fair as silk as I looked at her.
5:24:33–5:24:38She offered the mirror of her cheek to receive my image, as in shame at my gaze she averted
5:24:38–5:24:44her face. She sketched on the couch with her nail the first trace of willfulness of a heart
5:24:44–5:24:49that was giving me entrance. Her hand, moist with the fatigue of bringing me the beetle,
5:24:49–5:24:54seemed in its trembling to fan her hot face, as if it were a tamala branch she had taken,
5:24:54–5:24:58for a swarm of bees hovered round it, mistaking it for a rosy lotus.
5:25:00–5:25:05Perhaps, he went on to reflect, the light readiness to hope so common among mortals is now deceiving
5:25:05–5:25:11me with a throng of vain desires, and the glow of youth, devoid of judgment, or love himself,
5:25:11–5:25:17makes my brain real, whence the eyes of the young, as though struck by cataract, magnify
5:25:17–5:25:23even a small spot, and a tiny speck of affection is spread far by youthful ardor as by water.
5:25:23–5:25:28An excited heart like a poet's imagination is bewildered by the throng of fancies
5:25:28–5:25:33that it calls up of itself, and draws likenesses from everything, youthful feelings in the
5:25:33–5:25:38hand of cunning love are as a brush, and shrink from painting nothing, in imagination, proud
5:25:38–5:25:43of her suddenly gained beauty, turns in every direction.
5:25:43–5:25:45Longing shows as in a dream what I have felt.
5:25:45–5:25:50Hope, like a conjurer's wand, sets before us what can never be.
5:25:50–5:25:56Why, then, thought he again, should I thus weary my mind in vain?
5:25:56–5:26:01If this bright-eyed maiden is indeed thus inclined towards me, love, who is so kind without
5:26:01–5:26:05my asking, will ere long make it plain to me.
5:26:05–5:26:08He will be the decider of this doubt.
5:26:08–5:26:13Having at length come to this decision, he rose, then sat down, and merrily joined the
5:26:13–5:26:19damsels in gentle talk and graceful amusements backslash, with dice, song, lute, taber,
5:26:19–5:26:24concerts of mingled sound, and murmur of tender verse.
5:26:24–5:26:28After resting a short time he went out to see the park and climbed to the top of the pleasure
5:26:28–5:26:29hill.
5:26:29–5:26:35Kadambari saw him and bade that the window should be open to watch for Mahakvita's return,
5:26:35–5:26:40saying, she tarries long and, with a heart tossed by love, mounted to the roof of the
5:26:40–5:26:41palace.
5:26:41–5:26:47There she stayed with a few attendants, protected from the heat by a gold-handled umbrella,
5:26:47–5:26:53white as the full moon, and fanned by the waving of four yak's tails pure as foam.
5:26:53–5:26:57She seemed to be practicing an adornment fit for going to meet Kendrapida, by means of
5:26:57–5:27:01the bees which hovered round her head, eager for the scent of the flowers, which veiled
5:27:01–5:27:04her even by day in darkness.
5:27:04–5:27:08Now she leaned on the point of the cowry, now on the stick of the umbrella.
5:27:08–5:27:14Now she laid her hands on Tamalaka's shoulder, now she clung to Matalika, now she hit herself
5:27:14–5:27:17amidst her maidens, looking with side long glance.
5:27:17–5:27:19Now she turned herself round.
5:27:19–5:27:22Now she laid her cheek on the tip of the fortress's staff.
5:27:22–5:27:26Now with a steady hand she placed beetle on her fresh lips.
5:27:26–5:27:30Now she laughingly ran a few steps in pursuit of her maiden scattered by the blows of the
5:27:30–5:27:33lotuses she threw at them.
5:27:33–5:27:37And in looking at the prince, and being gazed at by him, she knew not how long a time had
5:27:37–5:27:39passed.
5:27:39–5:27:45At last a fortress announced Mahakvita's return, and she went down, and albeit unwilling,
5:27:45–5:27:50yet to please Mahakvita she bathed and performed the wanted duties of the day.
5:27:50–5:27:56Candrapada went down, and dismissing Kadambari's followers, performed the rites of bathing,
5:27:56–5:28:01and worshipped the deity Anur throughout the mountain, and did all the duties of the day,
5:28:01–5:28:04including his meal, on the Pleasure Hill.
5:28:04–5:28:08There he sat on an emerald seat which commanded the front of the Pleasure Hill, pleasant,
5:28:08–5:28:13green as a pigeon, bedewed with foam from the chewing of fawns, shining like Yamanah's
5:28:13–5:28:18water standing still in fear of Borahmah's plough, glowing crimson with black juice
5:28:18–5:28:25from the girl's feet, sanded with flower dust, hidden in a bower, a concert house of peacocks.
5:28:25–5:28:30He suddenly beheld day eclipsed by a stream of white radiance, rich in glory, light drunk
5:28:30–5:28:35up as by a garland of lotus fibers, birth flooded as by a milky ocean, space bedoed
5:28:35–5:28:41as by a storm of sandal juice, and the sky painted as with white chunam, double quotes.
5:28:41–5:28:48What, thought he, is our Lord, the moon, king of plants, suddenly risen, or are a thousand
5:28:48–5:28:52shower baths set going with their white streams let loose by a spring, or is it the heavenly
5:28:52–5:28:58Ganges, widening the earth with her wind-tossed spray, that has come down to earth in curiosity?
5:28:58–5:29:04Then, turning his eyes in the direction of the light, he beheld Kadambari, and with
5:29:04–5:29:10her Matalika and Turallika bearing a pearl necklace on a tray covered with white silk.
5:29:10–5:29:14Marapan Kendrapada decided that it was this necklace that eclipsed moonlight, and was
5:29:14–5:29:19the cause of the brightness, and by rising while she was yet far off, and by all wanted
5:29:19–5:29:23courtesies, he greeted the approach of Matalika.
5:29:23–5:29:28For a moment she rested on that emerald seat, and then, rising, anointed him with sandal
5:29:28–5:29:33perfume, put on him two white robes, crowned him with mulady flowers, and then gave
5:29:33–5:29:39him the necklace, saying, This thy gentleness, my prince, so devoid of pride, must need
5:29:39–5:29:41subjugate every heart.
5:29:41–5:29:46Thy kindness gives an opening even to one like me, by thy form thou art Lord of life
5:29:46–5:29:51to all, by that tenderness shown even where there is no claim on thee, thou froest on
5:29:51–5:29:56all a bond of love, the innate sweetness of thy bearing makes every man thy friend, these
5:29:56–5:29:59thy virtues, manifested with such natural gentleness.
5:30:00–5:30:02विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
5:30:02–5:30:04विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
5:30:04–5:30:06विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
5:30:06–5:30:08विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
5:30:08–5:30:10विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
5:30:10–5:30:12विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
5:30:12–5:30:14विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
5:30:14–5:30:16विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
5:30:16–5:30:21our very praise would display our boldness, our subservience would manifest lightness,
5:30:21–5:30:27our love self-deception, our speech to the audacity, our service and pertinence, our gift and insult.
5:30:27–5:30:33Nay, more, thou hast conquered our hearts, what is left for us to give thee?
5:30:33–5:30:39Thou art Lord of our life, what can we offer thee? Thou hast already bestowed the great
5:30:39–5:30:45favor of thy presence, what return could we make? Thou by thy sight hast made our life
5:30:45–5:30:51worth having, how can we reward thy coming? Therefore Kadambari with this excuse shows
5:30:51–5:30:56her affection rather than her dignity. Noble hearts admit no question of mine and thine.
5:30:57–5:31:03Away with the thought of dignity. Even if she accepted slavery to one like thee,
5:31:03–5:31:08she would do no unworthy act, even if she gave herself to thee, she would not be deceived,
5:31:08–5:31:14if she gave her life, she would not repent. The generosity of a noble heart is always
5:31:14–5:31:19bent on kindness and does not willingly reject affection, and askers are less shame-faced
5:31:19–5:31:21than givers.
5:31:21–5:31:25But it is true that Kadambari knows she has offended thee in this matter.
5:31:25–5:31:31Now, this necklace, called Sessha, because it was the only jewel left of all that rose
5:31:31–5:31:36at the churning of nectar, was for that reason greatly valued by the Lord of Ocean,
5:31:36–5:31:39and was given by him to Verna on his return home.
5:31:39–5:31:44By the latter it was given to the gone-nerve king, and by him to Kadambari.
5:31:44–5:31:50And she, thinking thy form worthy of this ornament, in that not the earth, but the sky, is the
5:31:50–5:31:53home of the moon, hath sent it to thee.
5:31:53–5:31:58And though men like thee, who bear no ornament but a noble spirit, find it irksome to where
5:31:58–5:32:02the gems honored by meaner men, yet here Kadambari's affection is a reason for thee
5:32:02–5:32:04to do so.
5:32:04–5:32:07Did not Vishnu show his?
5:32:07–5:32:12by wearing on his breast the Kaustubha gem, because it rose with Lakshmi, and yet he was
5:32:12–5:32:17not greater than thee, nor did the Kaustubha gem in the lease surpass the sesha in worth,
5:32:17–5:32:24nor, indeed, does Lakshmi approach in the slightest degree to imitating Kadambari's beauty.
5:32:24–5:32:29And in truth, if her love is crushed by thee, she will grieve Mahakvita with a thousand
5:32:29–5:32:32reproaches, and will slay herself.
5:32:32–5:32:37Mahagvita therefore sends Turallaka with the necklace to thee, and bids me say thus, let
5:32:37–5:32:44not Kadambari's first impulse of love be crushed by thee, even in thought, most noble prince.
5:32:44–5:32:49Thus having said, she fastened on his breast the necklace that rested like a bevy of stars
5:32:49–5:32:52on the slope of the Golden Mountain.
5:32:52–5:32:57Filled with amazement, Kendrapada replied, What means this, Madalika?
5:32:57–5:33:02Thou art clever, and knowest how to win acceptance for thy gifts.
5:33:02–5:33:07By leaving me no chance of a reply, thou hast shown skill in oratory.
5:33:07–5:33:13Nay, foolish maiden, what are we in respect of thee, or of acceptance and refusal, truly
5:33:13–5:33:15this talk is not.
5:33:15–5:33:21Having received kindness from ladies so rich in courtesy, let me be employed in any matter,
5:33:21–5:33:24whether pleasing or displeasing to me.
5:33:24–5:33:28But truly there lives not the man whom the virtues of the most courteous lady Kadambari do not
5:33:28–5:33:31discourteously enslave.
5:33:31–5:33:36Thus saying, after some talk about Kadambari, he dismissed Madalika, and ere she had long
5:33:36–5:33:42gone the daughter of Satreith that dismissed her attendance, rejected the insignia of Wand,
5:33:42–5:33:47Umbrella and Kauri, and accompanied only by Tamalaka, again mounted to the roof of
5:33:47–5:33:52her palace to behold Kendrapada, bright with pearls, silk-raiment and sandal, go
5:33:52–5:33:57go to the pleasure hill, like the moon to the mount of rising. There, with passionate glances
5:33:57–5:34:04imbued with every grace, she stole his heart. And when it became too dark to see, she descended
5:34:04–5:34:11from the roof, and kendrapida, from the slope of the hill. Then the moon, source of nectar,
5:34:11–5:34:15gladdener of all eyes, arose with his rays gathered in, he seemed to be worshiped by
5:34:15–5:34:20the night lotuses, to calm the quarters whose faces were dark as if with anger,
5:34:20–5:34:25And to avoid the day-lotuses as if from fear of waking them, under the guise of his mark
5:34:25–5:34:29he wore night on his heart, he bore in the glow of rising the lack that had clung to him
5:34:29–5:34:36from the spurning of Rohini's feet, he pursued the sky, in its dark blue veil, like a mistress,
5:34:36–5:34:41and by reason of his great goodwill spread beauty everywhere.
5:34:41–5:34:46And when the moon, the umbrella of the supreme rule of Kama, the lord of the lotuses, the
5:34:46–5:34:51The ivory earring that dexed the night had risen, and when the world was turned to whiteness,
5:34:51–5:34:57as though overlaid with ivory, can drape it a lay down on a cool moonlit slab, pro-white,
5:34:57–5:34:59pointed out by Khatimbari servants.
5:35:00–5:35:30विशार-विमर्शक रेक। नाटक विपाषाक साहित्य, समालोचना, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कवित
5:35:30–5:35:36and told him that Princess Kadambari had come to see him. Then Kandrapada rose hastily,
5:35:36–5:35:42and beheld Kadambari drawing near. Few of her friends were with her, all her royal insignia
5:35:42–5:35:48were removed, she was as it were a new self, in a single necklace she wore, her slender form was
5:35:48–5:35:53white with the purest sandal juice, an earring hung from one ear, she wore a lotus petal in the
5:35:53–5:35:59ear, soft as a budding digit of the moon, she was clad in robes of the culpatory, clear as moonlight,
5:36:00–5:36:05and in the garb that consorted with that hour she stood revealed like the very goddess of moonrise,
5:36:05–5:36:13as she rested on the hand offered by Matalika. Drawing near, she showed a grace prompted by love,
5:36:13–5:36:18and took her seat on the ground, where servants are wont to sit, like a maiden of low degree,
5:36:18–5:36:23and Kendrapida, too, though often entreated by Matalika to sit on the rocky seat, took his
5:36:23–5:36:29place on. The ground by Matalika, and when all the women were seated he made an effort to
5:36:29–5:36:35speak, saying, Princess, to one who is thy slave, and whom even a glance gladdens, there
5:36:35–5:36:40needs not the favor of speech with thee, far less so great a grace as this.
5:36:40–5:36:46For, deeply as I think, I cannot see in myself any worth that this height of favor may be
5:36:46–5:36:48fit.
5:36:48–5:36:52Most noble and sweet in its laying aside of pride is this thy courtesy, in that such
5:36:52–5:36:56grace is shown to one but newly thy servant.
5:36:56–5:37:00For chance thou thinkest me a churl that must be won by gifts.
5:37:00–5:37:04Blessed, truly, is the servant over whom is thy sway.
5:37:04–5:37:10How great honor is bestowed on the servants deemed worthy of the bestowal of thy commands.
5:37:10–5:37:15But the body is a gift at the service of any man, and life is light as grass, so that I
5:37:15–5:37:19am ashamed in my devotion to greet thy coming with such a gift.
5:37:19–5:37:24Here am I, here my body, my life, my senses.
5:37:24–5:37:28Do thou, by accepting one of them, raise it to honor."
5:37:28–5:37:31Matalika smilingly replied to this speech of his,
5:37:31–5:37:33Enough, Prince.
5:37:33–5:37:38My friend Kadambari is pained by thy two great ceremony.
5:37:38–5:37:40Why speakest thou thus?
5:37:40–5:37:44She accepts thy words without further talk.
5:37:44–5:37:49And why, too, is she brought to suspense by these two flattering speeches, and then,
5:37:49–5:37:55Waiting a short time, she began afresh, how is King Tarapida, how Queen Villasavati, how
5:37:55–5:37:58the noble Kokonasa?
5:37:58–5:38:01What is Ujjaini like, and how far off is it?
5:38:01–5:38:04What is the land of Bharata?
5:38:04–5:38:07And is the world of mortals pleasant?
5:38:07–5:38:09So she questioned him.
5:38:09–5:38:15After spending some time in such talk, Kadambari rose, and summoning Kayuraka, who was lying
5:38:15–5:38:21near Kendrapada, and her attendance, she went up to her sleeping chamber. There she adorned
5:38:21–5:38:27a couch-strewn with a coverlet of white silk. Kendrapada, however, on his rock passed the
5:38:27–5:38:33night like a moment in thinking, while his feet were rubbed by Kayuraka, of the humility,
5:38:33–5:38:38beauty, and depth of Kadambari's character, the causeless kindness of Mahakvita, the
5:38:38–5:38:42courtesy of Madhulika, the dignity of the attendance, the great splendor of the Gandharv
5:38:42–5:38:49world and the charm of the Kimperusha land. Then the moon, lord of stars, weary of being
5:38:49–5:38:55kept awake by the sight of Kadambari, descended, as if to sleep, to the forest on the shore,
5:38:55–5:39:00with its palms and tamales, talus, banyans, and candelas, cool with the breeze from the
5:39:00–5:39:05hardly stirred ripples. As though with the feverish size of a woman grieving for her
5:39:05–5:39:12lover's approaching absence, the moonlight faded away. Lakshmi, having passed the night
5:39:12–5:39:17on the moon-lotuses, lay on the sun-lotuses, as though love had sprung up in her at the
5:39:17–5:39:19sight of Kendrapida.
5:39:19–5:39:24At the close of night, when the palace lamps grew pale, as if dwindling and longing as they
5:39:24–5:39:29remembered the blows of the lotuses and maiden's ears, the breezes of dawn, fragrant with creeper
5:39:29–5:39:34flowers, were wafted, sportive with the size of love weary from ceaselessly discharging
5:39:34–5:39:39his shafts, the stars were eclipsed by the rising dawn, and took their abode, as
5:39:39–5:39:44through fear in the thick creeper bowers of Mount Mandara.
5:39:44–5:39:48Then when the sun arose, with its orb crimson as if a glow remained from dwelling in the
5:39:48–5:39:54hearts of the Kakravakas, Kendrapada, rising from the rock, bathed his lotus face, said
5:39:54–5:39:58his morning prayer, took his beetle, and then bathed Kyuraka see whether Princess
5:39:58–5:40:00Kadambari was away.
5:40:00–5:40:02वेख अछि।
5:40:02–5:40:04विचार-विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
5:40:04–5:40:06विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
5:40:06–5:40:10Vita in the bower of the courtyard below the Mandara palace, he started to see the daughter
5:40:10–5:40:12of the Gandharva.
5:40:12–5:40:14King
5:40:14–5:40:19There he beheld Mahak Vita surrounded by wandering ascetic women like visible goddesses of prayer,
5:40:19–5:40:23with marks of white ash on their brow, and hands quickly moving as they turned their
5:40:23–5:40:29rosaries, bearing the vow of Sivis followers, clad in robes tawny with mineral dyes,
5:40:29–5:40:34bound to wear red cloth, robed in a ruddy bark of ripe coconuts, or girdled with
5:40:34–5:40:40thick white cloth, with fans of white cloth, with staves, matted locks, deer skins, and
5:40:40–5:40:45bark dresses, with the marks of male ascetics, reciting,
5:40:45–5:40:53The pure praises of Siva, Durga, Kartikey, Vikravesa, Krishna, Avalokitekvara, the Arhat,
5:40:53–5:40:56Varinka, Mahakvita.
5:40:56–5:41:01Herself was showing honor to the elder kinswomen of the king, the foremost of the Zenana,
5:41:01–5:41:07salutes, courteous speeches, by rising to meet them and placing reed seats for them.
5:41:07–5:41:12He beheld Kadambari also giving her attention to the recitation of the Mahabharata that
5:41:12–5:41:17transcends all good omens by Narada's sweet-voiced daughter with an accompaniment of flute soft
5:41:17–5:41:22as the murmur of bees played by a pair of canaras sitting behind her.
5:41:22–5:41:27She was looking in a mirror fixed before her at her lip, pale as beeswax when the honey
5:41:27–5:41:32is gone, bathed in the moonlight of her teeth, though within it was darkened by beetle.
5:41:32–5:41:37She was being honored by a sun-wise turn and departing by a tame goose wandering like the
5:41:37–5:41:42moon in a fixed circle, with wide eyes raised to her sericea earrings in its longing for
5:41:42–5:41:44valizniria.
5:41:44–5:41:50Here the prince approached, and, saluting her, sat down on a seat placed on the dais.
5:41:50–5:41:54After a short stay he looked at Mahakvita's face with a gentle smile that dimpled his
5:41:54–5:42:01cheek, and she, at once knowing his wish, said to Kadambari, Dear friend, Kendrapada is softened
5:42:01–5:42:06by thy virtues as the moonstone by the moon, and cannot speak for himself.
5:42:06–5:42:11He wishes to depart, for the court he has left behind is thrown into distress, not knowing
5:42:11–5:42:13what has happened.
5:42:13–5:42:18Moreover, however far apart you may be from each other, this your love, like that of
5:42:18–5:42:22the sun and the day lotus, or the moon and the night lotus, will last till the day
5:42:22–5:42:26of doom. Therefore let him go.
5:42:26–5:42:31Dear Mahakvita, replied Kadambari, I in my retinue belong as holy to the prince as his
5:42:31–5:42:39own soul. Why, then, this ceremony? So saying, and summoning the gone-nerve princes, she
5:42:39–5:42:46bade them escort the prince to his own place, and he, rising, bowed before Mahakvita first,
5:42:46–5:42:51and then Kadambari, and was greeted by her with eyes and heart softened by affection,
5:42:51–5:42:58with the words, Lady, what shall I say? For men distrust the multitude of words.
5:42:58–5:43:02Let me be remembered in the talk of thy retinue, he went out of the Zenana, and all the maidens
5:43:02–5:43:08but Kadambari, drawn by reverence for Kendrapada's virtues, followed him on his way like his subjects
5:43:08–5:43:15to the Outer Gate. On their return, he mounted the steed brought by Kayurika, and, escorted
5:43:15–5:43:19by the Gandharva princes, turned to leave Hemakuta.
5:43:19–5:43:25His whole thoughts on the way were about Kadambari in all things both within and without.
5:43:25–5:43:29With a mind wholly imbued with her, he beheld her behind him, dwelling within him in his
5:43:29–5:43:35bitter grief for the cruel separation, or before him, stopping him in his path, or cast on
5:43:35–5:43:39the sky, as if by the force of longing in his heart troubled by parting, so that he
5:43:39–5:43:44could perfectly see her face, he beheld her very self-resting on his heart, as if her
5:43:44–5:43:47mind were wounded with his loss.
5:43:47–5:43:52When he reached Mahakvita's hermitage, he there beheld his own camp, which had followed
5:43:52–5:43:54the tracks of Andreida.
5:43:54–5:43:58Dismissing the gondar of princes, he entered his own abode amidst the salutations of his
5:43:58–5:44:04troops full of joy, curiosity, and wonder, and after greeting the rest of the court,
5:44:04–5:44:10he spent the day mostly in talk with Vaikampayana and Patralika, saying, thus said Mahakvita,
5:44:10–5:44:15thus Kadambari, thus Madalika, thus Tamalika, thus Kayurika.
5:44:15–5:44:21No longer did royal glory, envious at the sight of Kadambari's beauty, find in him her joy,
5:44:21–5:44:26for him night passed in wakefulness as he thought, with a mind in ceaseless longing, of that
5:44:26–5:44:28bright-eyed maiden.
5:44:28–5:44:34Next morning, at sunrise, he went to his pavilion with his mind still fixed on her, and suddenly
5:44:34–5:44:39saw Kairaka entering with a doorkeeper, and as the latter, while yet far off, cast himself
5:44:39–5:44:45on the ground, so that his crest swept the floor, can drape it a-cry'd, come, come,
5:44:45–5:44:51meeting him first with a side-long glance, then with his heart, then with a thrill.
5:44:51–5:44:55Then at last he hastened forward to give him a hearty and frank embrace, and made him sit
5:44:55–5:44:57down by himself.
5:44:57–5:45:00Then, in words brightened by the nectar of a
5:45:00–5:45:06The smile, and transfused with overflowing love, he reverently asked, Say, Kayurika, is the lady
5:45:06–5:45:12Kottambari well, and her friends, and her retinue, and the lady Mahakvita?
5:45:12–5:45:16With a low bow, Kayurika, as.
5:45:16–5:45:21Though he had been bathed, anointed, and refreshed by the smile that the prince's deep affection
5:45:21–5:45:27had prompted, replied respectfully, She is now well, in that my lord asks for her.
5:45:27–5:45:32And then he showed a folded lotus leaf, wrapped in wet cloth, with its opening closed by lotus
5:45:32–5:45:38filaments, and a seal of tender lotus filaments set in a paste of wet sandal.
5:45:38–5:45:43This he opened, and showed the token sent by Kadambari, such as milky beetle nuts of Emerald
5:45:43–5:45:48Hugh, with their shells removed and surrounded with fresh sprays, beetle leaves pale as
5:45:48–5:45:53the cheek of a hen parrot, camphor like a solid piece of Siva's moon, and sandal ointment
5:45:53–5:45:56pleasant with rich musk sand.
5:45:56–5:46:01The Lady Kadambari, said he, salutes thee with folded hands that kiss her crest, and that
5:46:01–5:46:07a rosy with the rays of her tender fingers, Mahakvita with a greeting and embrace, Matalika
5:46:07–5:46:11with a reverence and a brow bathed in the moonlight of the crest gem she has let fall,
5:46:11–5:46:15the maidens with the points of the fish ornaments and the parting of their hair resting on the
5:46:15–5:46:20ground, and Teralika, with a prostration to touch the dust of thy feet.
5:46:20–5:46:25Mahakvita sends thee this message, Happy truly are they from whose eyes thou art
5:46:25–5:46:32never absent. For in truth thy virtues, snowy, cold as the moon when thou art by, in thine
5:46:32–5:46:37absence burn like sunlight. Truly all yearn for the past day as though it were that day
5:46:37–5:46:43were on fate with such toil brought forth Emerita. Without thee the royal gondor of city is
5:46:43–5:46:49languid as at the end of a feast. Thou knowest that I have surrendered all things, yet my
5:46:49–5:46:55heart in my despite desires to see thee who art so undeservedly kind.
5:46:55–5:46:59Kadambari, moreover, is far from well.
5:46:59–5:47:03She recalls thee with thy smiling face like love himself.
5:47:03–5:47:09Thou, by the honor of thy return, canst make her proud of having some virtues of her own.
5:47:09–5:47:13For respect shown by the noble must needs confer honor.
5:47:13–5:47:17And thou must forgive the trouble of knowing such as we.
5:47:17–5:47:21For thine own nobility gives this boldness to our address.
5:47:21–5:47:26And here is this sessha necklace, which was left by thee on thy couch.
5:47:26–5:47:31So saying, he loosed it from his band, where it was visible by reason of the long rays
5:47:31–5:47:35that shot through the interstices of the fine thread, and placed it in the fanbearer's
5:47:35–5:47:37hand, double quotes.
5:47:37–5:47:43This, indeed, is the reward of doing homage at Mahakvita's feet, that the lady Kadambari
5:47:43–5:47:48should lay so great a weight of honor on her slave as to remember him, said Khandrapada,
5:47:48–5:47:51as he placed all on his head and accepted it.
5:47:51–5:47:57The necklace he put round his neck, after anointing it with an ointment cool, pleasant, and fragrant,
5:47:57–5:48:02as it were with the beauty of Kadambari's cheeks distilled, or the light of her smile
5:48:02–5:48:07liquefied, or her heart melted, or her virtues throbbing forth.
5:48:07–5:48:12Taking some beetle, he rose and stood, with his left arm on Kayurika's shoulder, and
5:48:12–5:48:16then dismissed the courtiers, who were gladly paying their wanted homage, and at length went
5:48:16–5:48:22to see his elephant Ganhamadana. There he stayed a short time, and after he had himself given
5:48:22–5:48:28to the elephant a handful of grass, that, being jagged with the rays of his nails,
5:48:28–5:48:33was like lotus fiber, he went to the stable of his favorite steed. On the way he turned
5:48:33–5:48:39his face now on this side, now on that, to glance at his retinue, and the porters,
5:48:39–5:48:44his wish, forbade all to follow him, and dismissed the revenue, so that he entered the stable
5:48:44–5:48:47with Kyurica alone.
5:48:47–5:48:51The grooms bowed and departed, with eyes bewildered by terror at their dismissal, and the prince
5:48:51–5:48:56set straight and drear at his cloth, which had fallen a little on one side, pushed back
5:48:56–5:49:02his mane, tawny as a lion's, which was falling on his eyes and half-closing them, and then,
5:49:02–5:49:05negligently resting his foot on the peg of the tethering rope, and leaning against
5:49:05–5:49:08the stable wall, he eagerly asked.
5:49:08–5:49:14Tell me, Kayurika, what has happened in the Gonderv court since my departure?
5:49:14–5:49:19In what occupation has the Gonderv princess spent the time?
5:49:19–5:49:22What were Mahakveda and Matalika doing?
5:49:22–5:49:24What talk was there?
5:49:24–5:49:27How were you and the retinue employed?
5:49:27–5:49:29And was there any talk about me?
5:49:29–5:49:33Then Kayurika told him all, listen, Prince.
5:49:33–5:49:39On thy departure, the lady Kadambari, with her retinue, climbed to the palace roof, making
5:49:39–5:49:43in the maiden's palace with the sound of anklets the beat of farewell drums that rose from
5:49:43–5:49:49a thousand hearts, and she gazed on thy path, gray with the dust of the cavalcade.
5:49:49–5:49:54When thou word out of sight, she laid her face on Mahakvita's shoulder, and, in her
5:49:54–5:49:59love, sprinkled the region of thy journey with glances fair as the milky ocean, and,
5:49:59–5:50:00in a
5:50:00–5:50:00.
5:50:00–5:50:02विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
5:50:30–5:50:36Step she let her hand rest on creeper twigs white with flowers, at her mind on their virtues.
5:50:36–5:50:41When she reached the plezons, her retinue needlessly told her, Here the prince stayed on the spray-washed
5:50:41–5:50:45rock, with its creeper-bower bedewed by the stream from a pipe that ends in an emerald
5:50:45–5:50:50fish-head, Here he bathed in a place covered by bees absorbed in the fragrance of the
5:50:50–5:50:54Senate water, Here he worshipped Siva on the bank of the mountain stream, sandy with
5:50:54–5:50:59flower dust, here he ate on a crystal stone which eclipsed moonlight, and here he slept
5:50:59–5:51:03on a pearly slab with a mark of sandal.
5:51:03–5:51:05Juice imprinted on it.
5:51:05–5:51:10And so she passed the day, gazing on the signs of iPresence, and at close of day Mahakvita
5:51:10–5:51:16prepared for her, though against her will, a meal in that crystal dwelling.
5:51:16–5:51:20And when the sun set and the moon rose, soon, as though she were a moonstone that moonlight
5:51:20–5:51:25would melt, and therefore dreaded the entrance of the moon's reflection, she laid her hands
5:51:25–5:51:31on her cheeks, and, as if in thought, remained for a few minutes with closed eyes, and then
5:51:31–5:51:36rising, went to her sleeping chamber, scarcely raising her feet as they moved with graceful,
5:51:36–5:51:42languid gait, seemingly heavy with bearing the moon's reflection on their bright nails.
5:51:42–5:51:47Throwing herself on her couch, she was wracked by a severe headache, and overcome by a
5:51:47–5:51:52burning fever, and, in company with the palace lamps, the moon lotuses, and the cockroach
5:51:52–5:51:57avocas, she passed the night open-eyed in bitter grief.
5:51:57–5:52:02And at dawn she summoned me, and reproachfully bade me seek for tidings of thee.
5:52:02–5:52:08At these words, Kendrapida, all eager to depart, shouted, a horse.
5:52:08–5:52:12A horse, and left the palace.
5:52:12–5:52:17Andreida was hastily saddled and brought round by the grooms and Kendrapida mounted, placing
5:52:17–5:52:23Petrelika behind him, leaving Vikampayana in charge of the camp, dismissing all his retinue,
5:52:23–5:52:28and followed by Kayurika on another steed, he went to Hemakuta.
5:52:28–5:52:32On his arrival, he dismounted at the gate of Kadambari's palace, giving his horse
5:52:32–5:52:38to the doorkeeper, and, followed by Petrelika, eager for the first sight of Kadambari,
5:52:38–5:52:43He entered and asked a eunuch who came forward where the Lady Cottumbari was.
5:52:43–5:52:48Bending low, the latter informed him that she was in the ice-bowl or on the bank of the
5:52:48–5:52:53lotus tank below the Madame Europlesons, and then the prince, guided by Keurica, went
5:52:53–5:52:58some distance through the women's garden and beheld day grow green, and the sunbeams
5:52:58–5:53:02turn into grass by the reflection of the plantain groves with their emerald glow,
5:53:02–5:53:05and there he beheld Cottumbari.
5:53:05–5:53:10Then she looked with tremulous glance at her retinue, as, coming in one after another,
5:53:10–5:53:15they announced Kendrapida's approach, and asked each by name, Tell me, has he really
5:53:15–5:53:18come, and hast thou seen him?
5:53:18–5:53:20How far off is he?
5:53:20–5:53:23She gazed with eyes gradually brightening as.
5:53:23–5:53:28She saw him yet a far off, and rose from her couch of flowers, standing like a newly
5:53:28–5:53:33caught elephant bound to her post, and trembling in every limb.
5:53:33–5:53:38She was veiled in bees drawn as vassals by the fragrance of her flowery couch, all murmuring.
5:53:38–5:53:43Her upper garment was in confusion, and she sought to place on her bosom the shining necklace.
5:53:43–5:53:48She seemed to beg the support of a hand from her own shadow as she laid her left hand on
5:53:48–5:53:49the jeweled pavement.
5:53:49–5:53:53She seemed to receive herself as a gift by sprinkling with her right hand moist with
5:53:53–5:53:56the toil of binding together her falling locks.
5:53:56–5:54:01She poured forth tears of joy cool as though the sandal juice of.
5:54:01–5:54:05Her sectarial mark had entered in and been united with them, she washed with a line of
5:54:05–5:54:10glad tears her smooth cheeks, that the pollen from her garland had tinged with gray, as if
5:54:10–5:54:15in eagerness that the image of her beloved might fall thereon, she seemed to be drawn
5:54:15–5:54:20forward by her long eyes fastened on Candrapida's face, with its pupil fixed in a side-long
5:54:20–5:54:24glance, and her head somewhat bent, as if from the weight of the sandal mark on her
5:54:24–5:54:26brow.
5:54:26–5:54:31When Kendrapada, approaching, bowed first before Mahakvita, then courteously saluted
5:54:31–5:54:37Kadambari, and when she had returned his obeisance and seated herself again on the couch, and
5:54:37–5:54:41the fortress had brought him a gold stool with legs gleaming with gems, he pushed it
5:54:41–5:54:45away with his foot and sat down on the ground.
5:54:45–5:54:50Then Kayuraka presented Patralika, saying, This is Prince Kendrapada's beetle box-bearer
5:54:50–5:54:53and most favored friend.
5:54:53–5:54:58And Katambari, looking on her, thought, how great partiality does Prajapati bestow on
5:54:58–5:54:59mortal women.
5:55:00–5:55:30आन आस पट्रलेक अबावड रेक। फॉली, शिबईद वर अप्रोच, अपने वेश्वावग नाद्विश्वावग, अपने वेश्वावग नाद्विश्वावग, अपने वेश्वावग नाद्विश्वावग, अपने वेश्वावग नाद्विश्वावग, अपने व
5:55:30–5:55:37it so. I will, nevertheless, ask her with a skillfully devised speech. Then he said aloud,
5:55:37–5:55:45Princess, I know that this pain, with its unceasing torment, has come on thee from love. Yet, slender
5:55:45–5:55:52maiden, it torments thee not as us. I would gladly, by the offering of myself, restore thee to health.
5:55:53–5:55:58For I pity thee as thou tremblest, and as I see thee fallen under the pain of love,
5:55:58–5:56:05My heart, too, falls prostrate. For thine arms are slender and unadorned, and albirused in thine
5:56:05–5:56:11I red lotus like a hibiscus from the deep wasting of fever. And all thy retinue weeps ceaselessly
5:56:11–5:56:18for thy pain. Accept thine ornaments. Take of thine own accord thy richest adornments,
5:56:18–5:56:24for as the creeper shines hidden in bees and flowers, so shouldst thou. Then Kadambari,
5:56:24–5:56:30though naturally simple by reason of her youth, yet, from a knowledge taught by love, understood all
5:56:30–5:56:36the meaning of this darkly expressed speech. Yet, not realizing that she had come to such a point
5:56:36–5:56:44in her desires, supported by her modesty, she remained silent. She sent forth, however, the
5:56:44–5:56:49radiance of a smile at that moment on some pretext, as though to see his face darkened by the bees
5:56:49–5:56:52which were gathered round its sweetness.
5:56:52–5:56:57Matalika therefore replied, Prince, what shall I say?
5:56:57–5:56:59This pain is cruel beyond words.
5:56:59–5:57:05Moreover, in one of so delicate a nature what does not tend to pain.
5:57:05–5:57:09Even cool lotus fibers turn to fire and moonlight burns.
5:57:09–5:57:14Sayest thou not the pain produced in her mind by the breezes of the fans?
5:57:14–5:57:18Only her strength of mind keeps her alive.
5:57:18–5:57:23But in heart alone did Kadambari admit Madhulika's words as an answer to the prince.
5:57:23–5:57:28His mind, however, was in suspense from the doubtfulness of her meaning, and after spending
5:57:28–5:57:34some time in affectionate talk with Mahakvita, at length with a great effort he withdrew himself,
5:57:34–5:57:37and left Kadambari's palace to go to the camp.
5:57:37–5:57:43As he was about to mount his horse, Kayurika came up behind him, and said, Prince, Madhulika
5:57:43–5:57:49Bids me say that Princess Kadambari, ever since she beheld Petrelika, has been charmed by
5:57:49–5:57:52her and wishes to keep her.
5:57:52–5:57:55She shall return later.
5:57:55–5:58:00Having heard her message, thou must decide, happy, replied the Prince, and enviable is
5:58:00–5:58:05Petrelika, in that she is honored by so rare a favor by the princess.
5:58:05–5:58:07Let her be taken in.
5:58:07–5:58:10So saying, he went to the camp.
5:58:10–5:58:15At the moment of his arrival he beheld a letter carrier well known to him that had come from
5:58:15–5:58:22his father's presence, and, stopping his horse, he asked from afar, with eyes widened by affection,
5:58:22–5:58:25is my father well, and all his retinue.
5:58:25–5:58:28And my mother and all the Zanana.
5:58:28–5:58:33Then the man, approaching with a reverence, saying, as thou sayest, Prince, gave him
5:58:33–5:58:35two letters.
5:58:35–5:58:40Then the Prince, placing them on his head, and himself opening them in order, read as
5:58:40–5:58:43follows, hail from Ujjjaini.
5:58:43–5:58:48King Trapida, king of kings, whose lotus feet are made the crest on the head of all kings,
5:58:48–5:58:53greets Kendrapida, the home of all good fortune, kissing him on his head, which kisses the
5:58:53–5:58:57circle of the flashing rays of his crest jewels.
5:58:57–5:58:59Our subjects are well.
5:58:59–5:59:03Why has so long a time passed since we have seen thee?
5:59:03–5:59:06Our heart longs eagerly for thee.
5:59:06–5:59:09The queen and the Zenana pine for thee.
5:59:09–5:59:14Therefore, let the cutting short of this letter be a cause of thy setting out.
5:59:14–5:59:20And in the second letter, sent by Kokonasa, he read words of like import.
5:59:20–5:59:25Vikampayana, too, at that moment came up, and showed another pair of letters of his
5:59:25–5:59:27own to the same effect.
5:59:27–5:59:32So with the words, as my father commands, he had once mounted his horse, and caused
5:59:32–5:59:35the drum of departure to be sounded.
5:59:35–5:59:41He instructed Megonata, son of Balahaka, the commander-in-chief, who stood near him surrounded
5:59:41–5:59:45by a large troop, thou must come with Petrelekha.
5:59:45–5:59:49Kayuraka will surely bring her as far as here, and by his lips a message must be sent with
5:59:49–5:59:53a salutation to Princess Kadambari.
5:59:53–5:59:58Truly the nature of mortals deserves the blame of the three worlds, for it is discourteous,
5:59:58–5:59:59friendly and hard to grab.
6:00:00–6:00:04नाटक विचार-विमर्शक रेक। नाटक विपाषक रेक। नाटक विपाषक रेक।
6:00:04–6:00:06नाटक विपाषक रेक। नाटक विपाषक रेक।
6:00:06–6:00:08नाटक विपाषक रेक। नाटक विपाषक रेक।
6:00:08–6:00:10नाटक विपाषक रेक। नाटक विपाषक रेक।
6:00:10–6:00:15has become a cheating counterfeit, my faith has gained skill in false tones, my self-devotion
6:00:15–6:00:21has sunk into base deceit, having only a pretended sweetness, and the variance of voice and thought
6:00:21–6:00:28has been laid bare. But enough of myself. The princess, though a mate for the gods, has,
6:00:28–6:00:34by showing her favor to an unworthy object, incurred reproach. For the ambrosially kind
6:00:34–6:00:41glances of the great, when they fall in vain on unfitting objects, cause shame afterwards.
6:00:41–6:00:46And yet my heart is not so much weighed down by shame for her as for Mahatvita.
6:00:46–6:00:50For the princess will doubtless often blame her for her ill-placed partiality in having
6:00:50–6:00:55painted my virtues with a false imputation of qualities I did not possess.
6:00:55–6:00:58What, then, shall I do?
6:00:58–6:01:01My parents' command is the way dear.
6:01:01–6:01:04Yet it controls my body alone.
6:01:04–6:01:09But my heart, in its yearning to dwell at Hemakuta, has written a bond of slavery for
6:01:09–6:01:14a thousand births to Princess Kadambari, and her favor holds it fast as the dense thicket
6:01:14–6:01:15holds a forester.
6:01:15–6:01:20Nevertheless, I go at my father's command.
6:01:20–6:01:24Truly from this cause the infamous Kendrapada will be a byword to the people.
6:01:24–6:01:29Yet, think not that Kendrapada, if he lives, will rest without again tasting the joy
6:01:29–6:01:33of worshipping the lotus feet of the princess.
6:01:33–6:01:40with bent head and sun-wise turn the feet of Mahakvita. Tell Madhulika that a hearty embrace,
6:01:40–6:01:45preceded by an obeisance, is offered her, salute Tamalaka, and inquire on my behalf
6:01:45–6:01:53after all Kadambari's revenue. Let blessed Temakuta be honored by me with upraised hands.
6:01:53–6:01:57After giving this message, he set Vaitampayana over the camp, instructing his friend to
6:01:57–6:02:04march slowly, without overt asking the army. Then he mounted, accompanied by his cavalry,
6:02:04–6:02:09mostly mounted on young horses, wearing the grace of a forest of spears, breaking up the earth with
6:02:09–6:02:14their hoofs, and shaking kailasa with their joyful mane as they set out, and though his heart was
6:02:14–6:02:20empty, in the fresh separation from Kadambari, he asked the letter carrier who clung to his saddle
6:02:20–6:02:27concerning. The Way to Ajjaini. And on the way he beheld in the forest a red flag,
6:02:27–6:02:32near which was a shrine of Durga, guarded by an old Dravidian hermit, who made his abode thereby.
6:02:33–6:02:39Dismounting, he entered, and bent reverently before the goddess, and, bowing again after a
6:02:39–6:02:45sun-wise turn, he wandered about, interested in the calm of the place, and beheld on one side
6:02:45–6:02:50the wrathful hermit, howling and shouting at him, and at the sight, tossed as he was by passionate
6:02:50–6:02:55longing in his absence from Kadambari, he could not forebear smiling a moment, but he checked his
6:02:55–6:03:00soldiers, who were laughing and beginning a quarrel with the hermit, and at length, with
6:03:00–6:03:03great difficulty, he calmed.
6:03:03–6:03:09Him with many a soothing and courteous speech, and asked him about his birthplace, caste,
6:03:09–6:03:15knowledge, wife and children, wealth, age, and the cause of his ascetic vow.
6:03:15–6:03:19On being asked, the latter described himself, and the prince was greatly interested by
6:03:19–6:03:25him as he garulously described his past heroism, beauty, and wealth, and thus diverted his
6:03:25–6:03:30mind in its soreness of bereavement, and, having become friendly with him, he caused beetle
6:03:30–6:03:32to be offered to him.
6:03:32–6:03:37When the sun set, the princes encamped under the trees that chance to be near, the golden
6:03:37–6:03:42saddles of the steeds were hung on boughs, the steeds showed the exertions they had gone
6:03:42–6:03:46through, from the tossing of their manes dusty with rolling on the earth, and after
6:03:46–6:03:51they had taken some handfuls of grass and been watered, and were refreshed, they were
6:03:51–6:03:56tethered, with the spears dug into the ground before them, the soldiery, wearied with the
6:03:56–6:04:01day's march, appointed a watch, and gladly went to sleep on.
6:04:01–6:04:06Heaps of leaves near the horses, the encampment was bright as day, for the darkness was drunk
6:04:06–6:04:10up by the light of many a bivouac fire, and Kendrapida went to a couch prepared for him
6:04:10–6:04:15by his retinue, and pointed out to him by his porters, in front of the place where
6:04:15–6:04:17Andreida was tethered.
6:04:17–6:04:23But the very moment he lay down restlessness seized his heart, and, overcome by pain,
6:04:23–6:04:27he dismissed the princes, and said nothing even to the special favorites who stood behind
6:04:27–6:04:29him.
6:04:29–6:04:33With closed eyes he again and again went in heart to the Kimperusha land.
6:04:33–6:04:36With fixed thought he recalled Hemakuta.
6:04:36–6:04:41He thought on the spontaneous kindness of Mahakvita's favors.
6:04:41–6:04:46He constantly longed for the sight of Kadambari as his life's highest fruit.
6:04:46–6:04:52He continually desired the converse of Matalika, so charming in its absence of pride.
6:04:52–6:04:55He wished to see Tamalaka.
6:04:55–6:04:58He looked forward to Kayuraka's coming.
6:04:58–6:04:59He beheld in fancy the winter palace.
6:05:00–6:05:04नाटक विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
6:05:04–6:05:08नाटक विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
6:05:08–6:05:12नाटक विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
6:05:12–6:05:16नाटक विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
6:05:16–6:05:20नाटक विमर्शक रेक।
6:05:20–6:05:24नाटक विमर्शक रेक।
6:05:24–6:05:28नाटक विमर्शक रेक।
6:05:28–6:05:33like lotuses of offering to a guest raised in reverent salutation, were raised by the
6:05:33–6:05:37citizens in their confusion and joy at his sudden coming, as he then unexpectedly entered
6:05:37–6:05:39the city.
6:05:39–6:05:43The king heard from the retinue hastening to be first to tell him that Kendrapida was
6:05:43–6:05:48at the gate, and bewildered by sudden gladness, with steps low from the weight of joy, he
6:05:48–6:05:50went to meet his son.
6:05:50–6:05:55Like Mandara, he drew to himself as a milky ocean his spotless silk mantle that was
6:05:55–6:06:00slipping down, like the cul-patry, with its shower of choice pearls, he reigned tears
6:06:00–6:06:05of gladness. He was followed by a thousand chiefs that were round him backslash, chiefs
6:06:05–6:06:11with top-knots white with age, anointed with sandal, wearing untorn linen robes, bracelets,
6:06:11–6:06:18turbans, crests and wreaths, bearing swords, staves, umbrellas and cowries, making the
6:06:18–6:06:23earth a pure rich in kylosses and milky oceans. The prince, seeing his father from
6:06:23–6:06:28afar, dismounted, and touched the ground with a head garlanded by the rays of his crest
6:06:28–6:06:34jewels. Then his father stretched out his arms, bidding him approach, and embraced him
6:06:34–6:06:40closely, and when he had paid his respects to all the honorable persons who were there,
6:06:40–6:06:47he was led by the king to Vilasavadi's palace. His coming was greeted by her and her retinue,
6:06:47–6:06:51and when he had performed all the auspicious ceremonies of arrival, he stayed some time
6:06:51–6:06:56in talk about his expedition of conquest and then went to see Kokonasa.
6:06:56–6:07:01Having Duly stayed there some time, he told him that Vykhampayana was at the camp in Well,
6:07:01–6:07:07and saw Manurma, and then returning, he mechanically performed the ceremonies of bathing, and so
6:07:07–6:07:10forth, in Vilasavadi's palace.
6:07:10–6:07:15On the morrow he went to his own palace, and there, with a mind tossed by anxiety,
6:07:15–6:07:21He deemed that not only himself, but his palace and the city, and, indeed, the whole world,
6:07:21–6:07:27was but a void without Kadambari, and so, in his longing to hear news of her, he awaited
6:07:27–6:07:32the return of Patralika, as though it were a festival, or the winning of a boon, or the
6:07:32–6:07:34time of the rising of Emerita.
6:07:34–6:07:39A few days later Megonata came with Patralika, and led her in, and as she made obeisance
6:07:39–6:07:45from afar, Kendrapada smiled affectionately, and, rising reverently, embraced her, for
6:07:45–6:07:50though she was naturally dear to him, she was now yet dearer as having won a fresh splendor
6:07:50–6:07:56from Kadambari's presence. He laid his slender hand on Meghanada's back as he bent before
6:07:56–6:08:03him, and then, sitting down, he said, Tell me, Patralika, is all well with Mahakvita
6:08:03–6:08:08and Matalika, and the Lady Kadambari. And are all her retinue well, with Tamalika
6:08:08–6:08:15and Kayuraka. Prince, she replied, All as well, as thou sayest.
6:08:15–6:08:20The lady caught Ambari, with her friends and Retinue, do thee homage by making their raised
6:08:20–6:08:26hands into a wreath for their brows. At these words the prince dismissed his royal Retinue,
6:08:26–6:08:32and went with Petrolaka into the palace. Then, with a tortured heart, no longer able
6:08:32–6:08:37from its intense love to overcome his eagerness to hear, he sent his Retinue far away and
6:08:37–6:08:42entered the house. With his lotus feet he pushed away the pair of hamsas that were sleeping
6:08:42–6:08:47happily on the slope beneath a leafy bower that made an emerald banner, and, resting in
6:08:47–6:08:52the midst of a fresh bed of hibiscus, that made a sunshade with its broad, long-stocked
6:08:52–6:08:58leaves, he sat down, and asked, Tell me, patrolica, how thou hast fared?
6:08:58–6:09:04How many days were thou there? What favor did the princess show thee? What talk was
6:09:04–6:09:07there, and what conversation arose.
6:09:07–6:09:12Who most remembers us, and whose affection is greatest.
6:09:12–6:09:16Thus questioned, she told him, Give thy mind and hear all.
6:09:16–6:09:22When thou wert gone, I returned with Kyureka, and sat down near the couch of flowers, and
6:09:22–6:09:27there I gladly remained, receiving ever-fresh marks of kindness from the princess.
6:09:27–6:09:29What need of words?
6:09:29–6:09:35The whole of that day her eye, her form, her hand, were on mine, her speech dwelt on my
6:09:35–6:09:38name and her heart on my love.
6:09:38–6:09:43On the morrow, leaning on me, she left the winter palace, and, wandering at will, bade
6:09:43–6:09:48her retinue remain behind, and entered the maiden's garden.
6:09:48–6:09:53By a flight of emerald steps, that might have been formed from Jamanah's waves, she ascended
6:09:53–6:09:58to a white summer house, and in it she stayed some time, leaning against a jeweled pillar,
6:09:58–6:10:00Deliberating with her heart, wishing
6:10:00–6:10:04नाटक आविचार-विमर्शक विचार-विमर्शक विचार-विमर्शक
6:10:04–6:10:06विचार-विमर्शक विचार-विमर्शक विचार-विमर्शक
6:10:06–6:10:08विचार-विमर्शक विचार-विमर्शक विचार-विमर्शक
6:10:08–6:10:10विचार-विमर्शक विचार-विमर्शक विचार-विमर्शक
6:10:10–6:10:15her, she was bathed in perspiration, where at a trembling came upon her, so that, shaking
6:10:15–6:10:20in every limb as though fearing to fall, she was seized by despair.
6:10:20–6:10:26But when I, who knew her thoughts, fixed my mind on her, and, fastening my eyes on her
6:10:26–6:10:31face, bade her speak, she seemed to be restrained by her own trembling limbs, with a toe that
6:10:31–6:10:36marked the floor as if for retreat, she seemed to rub out her own image in shame
6:10:36–6:10:41that it should hear her secret, with her lotus foot backslash, its anklets all set jingling
6:10:41–6:10:46by the scratching of the floor backslash, she pushed aside the tame geese. With a strip
6:10:46–6:10:51of silk made into a fan for her hot face, she drove away the bees on her.
6:10:51–6:10:56Ear lotuses, to the peacock she gave, like a bribe, a piece of beetle broken by her
6:10:56–6:11:01teeth, and gazing often on every side lest a wood goddess should listen, much as she
6:11:01–6:11:07longed to speak, she was checked in her utterance by shame, and could not speak a word.
6:11:07–6:11:13Her voice, in spite of her greatest efforts, was wholly burnt up by love's fire, borne
6:11:13–6:11:18away by a ceaseless flow of tears, overwhelmed by onrushing griefs, broken by love's falling
6:11:18–6:11:24shafts, banished by invading sighs, restrained by the hundred cares that dwelt in her
6:11:24–6:11:29heart and drunk by the bees that tasted her breath, so that it could not come forth.
6:11:29–6:11:34In brief, she made a pearl rosary to count her many griefs with the bright tears that
6:11:34–6:11:40fell without touching her cheeks, as with bent head she made the very image of a storm.
6:11:40–6:11:46Then from her shame learned its full grace, modesty, a transcendent modesty, simplicity,
6:11:46–6:11:53simplicity, courtesy, courtesy, fear, timidity, coquetry, its quintessence, despair, its
6:11:53–6:11:57own nature, and charm, a further charm.
6:11:57–6:12:03And so, when I asked her, Princess, what means this, she wiped her reddened eyes, and, holding
6:12:03–6:12:09a garland woven by the flowers of the bower with arms which, soft as lotus fibers, seemed
6:12:09–6:12:14meant to hold her firmly in the excess of her grief, she raised one eyebrow, as if gazing
6:12:14–6:12:19on the path of death, and sighed along, fevered sigh.
6:12:19–6:12:24And as, in desire to know the cause of her sorrow, I pressed her to tell me, she
6:12:24–6:12:29She seemed to write on the kataki petal scratched by her nails in her shame, and so deliver
6:12:29–6:12:30her message.
6:12:30–6:12:35She moved her lower lip in eagerness to speak, and seemed to be whispering to the bees who
6:12:35–6:12:40drank her breath, and thus she remained some time with eyes fixed on the ground, double
6:12:40–6:12:41quotes.
6:12:41–6:12:46At last, often turning her glance to my face, she seemed to purify, with the tears
6:12:46–6:12:52that fell from her brimming eyes, the voice that the smoke of love's fire had dimmed.
6:12:52–6:12:57And in the guise of tears, she bound up with the rays of her teeth, flashing in a forced
6:12:57–6:13:02smile, the strange syllables of what she had meant to say, but forgotten in her tremor,
6:13:02–6:13:05and with great difficulty betook herself to speech.
6:13:05–6:13:12Patrolaka, she said to me, By reason of my great favour for thee, neither father, mother,
6:13:12–6:13:17maha-khvita, matalika, nor life itself is dear to me as thou hast been since I first
6:13:17–6:13:18beheld thee.
6:13:18–6:13:24I know not why my heart has cast off all my friends and trusts in the alone.
6:13:24–6:13:29To whom else can I complain, or tell my humiliation, or give a share in my woe?
6:13:29–6:13:34When I have shown thee the unbearable burden of my woe, I will die.
6:13:34–6:13:39By my life I swear to thee I am put to shame by even my own heart's knowledge of my story,
6:13:39–6:13:42how much more by another's.
6:13:42–6:13:46How should such as I stain by ill report a race pure as moonbeams, and lose the
6:13:46–6:13:51honor which has descended from my sires, and turn my thoughts on unmaidingly levity, acting
6:13:51–6:13:57thus without my father's will, or my mother's bestowal, or my elder's congratulations, without
6:13:57–6:14:01any announcement, without sending of gifts, or showing of pictures.
6:14:01–6:14:06Timidly, as one unprotected, have I been led to deserve my parents' blame by that
6:14:06–6:14:09overweening Candrapada.
6:14:09–6:14:13Is this, I pray, the conduct of noble men?
6:14:13–6:14:19Is this the fruit of our meeting, that my heart, tender as a lotus filament, is now crushed?
6:14:19–6:14:24For maidens should not be lightly treated by youths, the fire of love is wont to consume
6:14:24–6:14:29first their reserve and then their heart, the arrows of love pierce first their dignity
6:14:29–6:14:30and then their life.
6:14:30–6:14:36Therefore, I bid thee farewell till our meeting in another birth, for none is dearer to me
6:14:36–6:14:37than thou.
6:14:37–6:14:42By carrying out my resolve of death, I shall cleanse my own stain.
6:14:42–6:14:47though saying, she was silent.
6:14:47–6:14:53Not knowing the truth of her tale, I sorrowfully, as if ashamed, afraid, bewildered, and bereft
6:14:53–6:14:58of sense, adjured her, saying, Princess, I long to hear.
6:14:58–6:15:00Tell me what Prince can dra-
6:15:00–6:15:30विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार
6:15:30–6:15:36him my earrings to appoint meetings. He sends love letters with their syllables washed away,
6:15:36–6:15:41filled with mad hopes, most sweet, and showing his own state by the lines of tears stained
6:15:41–6:15:46with pigment falling on them. By the glow of his feelings he dies my feet against my
6:15:46–6:15:53will. In his reckless insolence he prides himself on his own reflection in my nails.
6:15:53–6:15:57In his unwarranted boldness he embraces me against my will in the gardens when I
6:15:57–6:16:02I am alone, and almost dead from fear of being caught, as the clinging of my silken skirts
6:16:02–6:16:08to the branches hinders my steps, and my friends the creepers seize and deliver me to him.
6:16:08–6:16:13Naturally crooked, he teaches the very essence of crookedness to a heart by nature simple
6:16:13–6:16:16by the blazonry he paints on my breast.
6:16:16–6:16:21Full of guileful flattery, he fans with his cool breath my cheeks all wet and shining
6:16:21–6:16:25as with a breeze from the waves of my heart's longing.
6:16:25–6:16:29He boldly places the rays of his nails like young barley sheaves on my ear, though his
6:16:29–6:16:35hand is empty, because its lotus has fallen from his grasp relaxed in weariness.
6:16:35–6:16:40He audaciously draws me by the hair to quaff the sweet wine of his breath, inhaled by
6:16:40–6:16:43him when he watered his favorite buckle flowers.
6:16:43–6:16:48Mocked by his own folly, he demands on his head the touch of my foot, destined for
6:16:48–6:16:50the palace a coca tree.
6:16:50–6:16:57In his utter love madness, he says, Tell me, patrolika, how a madman can be rejected.
6:16:57–6:17:02For he considers refusal a sign of jealousy, he deems abuse a gentle jest, he looks on
6:17:02–6:17:07silence as petishness, he regards the mention of his faults as a device for thinking of
6:17:07–6:17:13him, he views contempt as the familiarity of love, he esteems the blame of mankind as
6:17:13–6:17:14renown.
6:17:14–6:17:19A sweet joy filled me as I heard her say this, and I thought, surely love has led
6:17:19–6:17:26her far in her feelings for Kendrapida. If this indeed be true, he shows invisible form,
6:17:26–6:17:30under the guise of Kadambari, his tender feeling towards the Prince, and he is met by the
6:17:30–6:17:36Prince's innate and carefully trained virtues. The quarters gleam with his glory, a rain
6:17:36–6:17:41of pearls is cast by his youth on the waves of the ocean of tenderness, his name is written
6:17:41–6:17:46by his youthful gaiti on the moon, his own fortune is proclaimed by his happy lot, and
6:17:46–6:17:50nectar is showered down by his grace as by the digits of the moon.
6:17:50–6:17:56Moreover, the Malaya wind has at length its season, moonrise has gained its full chance,
6:17:56–6:18:00the luxuriance of spring flowers has won a fitting fruit, the sharpness of wine has
6:18:00–6:18:05mellowed to its full virtue, and the descent of love's era is now clearly manifest on
6:18:05–6:18:14earth," then I smiled and said aloud, if it be so, princess, cease thy wrath.
6:18:14–6:18:16He appeased.
6:18:16–6:18:20Thou canst not punish the prince for the faults of Kama.
6:18:20–6:18:26These truly are the sports of love, the God of the flowery bow, not of a wanton kandrapada.
6:18:26–6:18:32As I said this, she eagerly asked me, as for this Kama, whoever he may be, tell me what
6:18:32–6:18:34forms he assumes.
6:18:34–6:18:39How can he have forms, replied I, he is a formless fire.
6:18:39–6:18:44Or without flame he creates heat, without smoke he makes tears flow, without the dust
6:18:44–6:18:47of ashes he shows whiteness.
6:18:47–6:18:52Nor is there a being in all the wide universe who is not, or has not been, or will not
6:18:52–6:18:55be, the victim of his shaft.
6:18:55–6:18:58Who is there that fears him not?
6:18:58–6:19:04Even a strong man is pierced by him when he takes in hand his flowery bow, double quotes.
6:19:04–6:19:09Moreover, when tender women are possessed by him, they gaze, and the sky is crowded
6:19:09–6:19:15with a thousand images of their beloved. They paint the loved form, the earth is a canvas
6:19:15–6:19:22all too small. They reckon the virtues of their hero, number itself fails them. They
6:19:22–6:19:28listen to talk about their dearest, the goddess of speech herself seems all too silent. They
6:19:28–6:19:33muse on the joys of union with him who is their life, and time itself is all too short
6:19:33–6:19:40to their heart. She pondered a moment on this air she replied, as thou sayest, Petraleca,
6:19:40–6:19:45love has led me into tenderness for the prince. For all these signs and more are found in
6:19:45–6:19:51me. Thou art one with my own heart, and I ask thee to tell me what I should now do.
6:19:51–6:19:58I am all unversed in such matters. Moreover, if I were forced to tell my parents, I should
6:19:58–6:20:00be so ashamed that my heart would choose
6:20:00–6:20:30अछि। आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आ� आप आप आ� आप आ� आप आ� आ� आ� आ� आ� आ� आ� आ� आ� आ� आ� आ� आ� आ� आ� आ
6:20:30–6:20:36he teaches thy tender age the secrets of love. Why should I tell thee of those who have themselves
6:20:36–6:20:42chosen their lords? For were it not so, the ordinance of the Svayamvara in our law books
6:20:42–6:20:50would be meaningless. Be at rest, then, princess. Enough of this talk of death. I conjure thee
6:20:50–6:20:56by touching thy lotus foot to send me. I am ready to go. I will bring back to thee,
6:20:56–6:21:00be, Princess, thy hearts beloved.
6:21:00–6:21:05When I had said this, she seemed to drink me in with a tender glance, she was confused
6:21:05–6:21:10by an ardor of affection which, though restrained, found a path, and burst through the reserve
6:21:10–6:21:13that loved shafts had pierced.
6:21:13–6:21:17In her pleasure at my words, she cast off the silken outer robe which clung to her
6:21:17–6:21:22through her weariness, and left it suspended on her thrilling limbs.
6:21:22–6:21:27She loosened the moonbeam necklace on her neck, put there as a news to hang herself, and entangled
6:21:27–6:21:30in the fish ornaments of her swinging earring.
6:21:30–6:21:35Yet, though her whole soul was in a fever of joy, she supported herself by the modesty
6:21:35–6:21:40which is a maiden's natural dour, and said, I know thy great love.
6:21:40–6:21:46But how could a woman, tender of nature as a young syrish blossom, show such boldness,
6:21:46–6:21:48especially one so young as I?
6:21:48–6:21:54Bold, indeed, are they who themselves send messages, or themselves deliver a message.
6:21:54–6:21:59I, a young maiden, am ashamed to send a bold message.
6:21:59–6:22:02What, indeed, could I say?
6:22:02–6:22:06Thou art very dear, is superfluous.
6:22:06–6:22:10Am I dear to thee, is a senseless question.
6:22:10–6:22:14My love for thee is great, is the speech of the shameless.
6:22:14–6:22:18The fault that I cannot live is contrary to experience.
6:22:18–6:22:22Love conquers me is a reproach of my own fault.
6:22:22–6:22:27I am given to thee by love is a bold offering of oneself.
6:22:27–6:22:31Thou art my captive is the daring speech of immodesty.
6:22:31–6:22:35Thou must needs come is the pride of fortune.
6:22:35–6:22:39I will come myself is a woman's weakness.
6:22:39–6:22:43I am wholly devoted to thee is the likeness of uptrooted affection.
6:22:43–6:22:48I send no message from fear of a rebuff, is to wake the sleeper.
6:22:48–6:22:54Let me be a warning of the sorrow of a service that is despised, is an excess of tenderness.
6:22:54–6:23:00Thou shalt know my love by my death, is a thought that may not enter the mind.
6:23:00–6:23:03Kadambari by Bhanapada
6:23:03–6:23:05Second Part
6:23:05–6:23:11I hail, for the completion of the difficult toil of this unfinished tale, Uma and Siva,
6:23:11–6:23:16of earth, whose single body, formed from the union of two halves, shows neither point of
6:23:16–6:23:18union nor division.
6:23:18–6:23:24I salute Narayana, creator of all, by whom the man-lion form was manifested happily, showing
6:23:24–6:23:29a face terrible with its tossing mane, and displaying in his hand quite, sword, club,
6:23:29–6:23:31and conch.
6:23:31–6:23:36I do homage to my father, that lord of speech, the creator by whom that story was made that
6:23:36–6:23:42none else could fashion, that noble man whom all honor in every house, and from whom I,
6:23:42–6:23:46in reward of a former life, receive my being.
6:23:46–6:23:52When my father rose to the sky, on earth the stream of the story failed with his voice.
6:23:52–6:23:56And I, as I saw its unfinished state was a grief to the good, began it, but from no
6:23:56–6:23:59poetic pride.
6:23:59–6:24:03For that the words flow with such beauty as my father's special gift, a single touch
6:24:03–6:24:09of the ray of the moon, the one source of nectar, suffices to melt the moonstone.
6:24:09–6:24:14As other rivers at their full enter the Ganges, and by being absorbed in it reach the ocean,
6:24:14–6:24:19so my speech is cast by me for the completion of this story on the ocean-flowing stream
6:24:19–6:24:22of my father's eloquence.
6:24:22–6:24:27Reeling under the strong sweetness of Kadambari is one intoxicated, I am bereft of sense,
6:24:27–6:24:31in that I fear not to compose an ending in my own speech devoid of sweetness and
6:24:31–6:24:33color.
6:24:33–6:24:37The seeds that promise fruit and are destined to flower are forced by the sower with fitting
6:24:37–6:24:42toils, scattered in good ground, they grow to rightness, but it is the sower's son who
6:24:42–6:24:44gathers them.
6:24:44–6:24:49Moreover, Kadambari continued, If the prince were brought shame itself, put to shame by
6:24:49–6:24:53my weakness, would not allow a sight of him.
6:24:53–6:24:57Fear itself, frightened at the crime of bringing him by force, would not enter his
6:24:57–6:24:59presence.
6:24:59–6:25:00and all would.
6:25:00–6:25:30विश्विविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविवि�
6:25:30–6:25:35Mahakvita not to marry while she was in trouble, though she besought me not to promise, saying,
6:25:35–6:25:40that Kama often takes our life by love even for one unseen.
6:25:40–6:25:42But this is not my case.
6:25:42–6:25:49For the prince, imaged by fancy, ever presents himself to my sight, and, sleeping or waking,
6:25:49–6:25:52in every place I behold him.
6:25:52–6:25:55Therefore talk not of bringing him.
6:25:55–6:26:00Thereupon I reflected, truly the beloved, as shaped in the imagination, is a great support
6:26:00–6:26:05to women separated from their loves, especially to maidens of noble birth.
6:26:05–6:26:10And I promised Kadambari that I would bring thee, O Prince.
6:26:10–6:26:16Then she, roused by my speech full of thy name, as by a charm to remove poison, suddenly
6:26:16–6:26:22opened her eyes, and said, I say not that thy going pleases me, Patralika.
6:26:22–6:26:27It is only when I see thee that I can endure my life, yet if this desire possessed thee,
6:26:27–6:26:29do what thou wilt."
6:26:29–6:26:33So saying, she dismissed me with many presents.
6:26:33–6:26:38Then with slightly downcast face Petrolika continued, The recent kindness of the princess
6:26:38–6:26:43has given me courage, my prince, and I am grieved for her, and so I say to thee, Ditz
6:26:43–6:26:48thou act worthily of thy tender nature in leaving her in this state.
6:26:48–6:26:53Once reproached by Patralika and hearing the words of Kadambari, so full of conflicting
6:26:53–6:26:59impulses, the prince became confused, and sharing in Kadambari's feeling, he asked Patralika
6:26:59–6:27:02with tears, what am I to do?
6:27:02–6:27:07Love has made me a cause of sorrow to Kadambari, and of reproach to thee.
6:27:07–6:27:11And methinks this was some curse that darkened my mind, else how was my mind deceived when
6:27:11–6:27:16clear signs were given, which would create no doubt even in a dull mind?
6:27:16–6:27:20All this my fault has arisen from a mistake.
6:27:20–6:27:25I will therefore now, by devoting myself to her, even with my life, act so that the princess
6:27:25–6:27:29may know me not to be of so heart a heart."
6:27:29–6:27:32While he thus spoke a portrait hastened.
6:27:32–6:27:37In and said, Prince, Queen Villasavati sends a message saying, I hear from the talk of
6:27:37–6:27:42my attendance that Patralica, who had stayed behind, has now returned.
6:27:42–6:27:45And I love her equally with thyself.
6:27:45–6:27:49Do thou therefore come, and bring her with thee?
6:27:49–6:27:55The sight of thy lotus face, one by a thousand longings, is rarely given.
6:27:55–6:27:59How my life now is tossed with doubts, thought the prince.
6:27:59–6:28:03My mother is sorrowful if even for a moment she sees me not.
6:28:03–6:28:08My subjects love me, but the gondor of princess loves me more.
6:28:08–6:28:14Princess Kadambari is worthy of my winning, and my mind is impatient of delay, so thinking,
6:28:14–6:28:18He went to the queen, and spent the day in a longing of heart-heart to bear, while the
6:28:18–6:28:23night he spent thinking of the beauty of Kadambari, which was as a shrine of love.
6:28:23–6:28:27Then's fourth pleasant talk found no entrance into him.
6:28:27–6:28:33His friend's words seemed harsh to him, the conversation of his kinsmen gave him no delight.
6:28:33–6:28:38His body was dried up by love's fire, but he did not yield up the tenderness of his
6:28:38–6:28:39heart.
6:28:39–6:28:43He despised happiness, but not self-control.
6:28:43–6:28:47While he was thus drawn forward by strong love, which had its life resting on the goodness
6:28:47–6:28:53and beauty of Kadambari, and held backwards by his very deep affection for his parents,
6:28:53–6:28:59he beheld one day, when wandering on the banks of the Sipra, a troop of horse approaching.
6:28:59–6:29:03He sent a man to inquire what this might be, and himself crossing the Sipra where
6:29:03–6:29:09the water rose but to his thigh, he awaited his messenger's return in a shrine of Kartikey.
6:29:09–6:29:17patrolika to him, he said, Look! That horseman whose face can scarce be described as Kyurika.
6:29:17–6:29:23He then beheld Kyurika throw himself from his horse while yet far off, gray with dust from
6:29:23–6:29:28swift riding, while by his changed appearance, his lack of adornment, his despondent face,
6:29:28–6:29:33and his eyes that heralded his inward grief, he announced, even without words, the evil
6:29:33–6:29:36plight of Kadambari.
6:29:36–6:29:41And Drapida lovingly called him as he hastily bowed and drew near, and embraced him.
6:29:41–6:29:46And when he had drawn back and paid his homage, the prince, having gratified his followers
6:29:46–6:29:52by courteous inquiries, looked at him eagerly, and said, By the sight of thee, Kayurica,
6:29:52–6:29:56the well-being of the Lady Kadambari and her attendants is proclaimed,
6:29:56–6:29:59When thou art rested and at ease, Thou shalt tell me the call
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6:30:16–6:30:22What shall I say? replied Kiyuraka, I have no message from any of these.
6:30:22–6:30:27For when I had entrusted Patralaka to Meghaneda and returned, and had told of thy going to
6:30:27–6:30:33Ajjaini, Mahakvita looked upwards, sighed along, hot sigh, and saying sadly, it is so
6:30:33–6:30:37then, return to her own hermitage to her penance.
6:30:37–6:30:42Kadambari, as though bereft of consciousness, ignorant of Mahakvita's departure, only
6:30:42–6:30:49opened her eyes after a long time, scornfully bidding me tell Mahakveda, and asking Madhulika
6:30:49–6:30:55if anyone ever had done, or would do, such a deed as Kendrapada, she dismissed her attendance,
6:30:55–6:30:59threw herself on her couch, veiled her head, and spent the day without speaking even to
6:30:59–6:31:06Madhulika, who wholly shared her grief. When early next morning I went to her, she gazed
6:31:06–6:31:12at me long with tearful eyes, as if blaming me. And I, when thus looked at by my sorrowing
6:31:12–6:31:18mistress, deemed myself ordered to go, and so, without telling the princess, I have approached
6:31:18–6:31:20my Lord's feet.
6:31:20–6:31:25Therefore vouchsave to here attentively the bidding of Kayuraka, whose heart is anxious
6:31:25–6:31:28to save the life of one whose soul refuge is in thee.
6:31:28–6:31:33For, as by thy first coming that virgin forest was stirred as by the fragrant Malaya
6:31:33–6:31:38wind, so when she beheld thee, the joy of the whole world, like the spring, love entered
6:31:38–6:31:42her as though she were a reddacocca creeper.
6:31:42–6:31:46But now she endures great torture for thy sake.
6:31:46–6:31:51Then Kayuraka told at length all her sufferings, till the prince, overcome by grief, could bear
6:31:51–6:31:53it no longer and swooned.
6:31:53–6:32:00Then, awakening from his swoon, he lamented that he was thought too hard of heart to receive
6:32:00–6:32:04a message from Kadambari or her friends, and blamed them for not telling him of her love
6:32:04–6:32:06while he was there.
6:32:06–6:32:11Why should there be shame concerning one who is her servant, ever at her feet, that
6:32:11–6:32:16grief should have made its home in one so tender, and my desires be unfulfilled.
6:32:16–6:32:20Now, what can I do when at some day's distance from her?
6:32:20–6:32:25Her body cannot even endure the fall of a flower upon it, while even on adamant in hearts
6:32:25–6:32:29like mine the arrows of love are hard to bear.
6:32:29–6:32:34When I see the unstable works began by cruel fate, I know not where it will stop.
6:32:34–6:32:38Elsewhere was my approach to the land of the immortals, in my vain hunt for the
6:32:38–6:32:40canars.
6:32:40–6:32:45my journey to Hemakuta with Mahakvita, or my sight of the princess there, or the birth
6:32:45–6:32:51of her love for me, or my father's command, that I could not transgress, for me to return,
6:32:51–6:32:56though my longing was yet unfulfilled. It is by evil destiny that we have been raised
6:32:56–6:33:03high, and then dash to the ground. Therefore let us do our utmost to console the princess.
6:33:03–6:33:09Then in the evening he asked Kiyuraka, what thinkest thou? Will Kadambari support life
6:33:09–6:33:16till we arrive. Or shall I again behold her face, with its eyes like a timid fawn's?
6:33:16–6:33:19Be firm, Prince, he replied.
6:33:19–6:33:25Do thine utmost to go. The Prince had himself begun plans for going, but what happiness
6:33:25–6:33:29or what content of heart would there be without his father's leave, and how after his long
6:33:29–6:33:35absence could it be gained? A friend's help was needed here, but Vy'kampai'ana was
6:33:35–6:33:41away. But next morning he heard a report that his army had reached Dacapura, and thinking
6:33:41–6:33:46with joy that he was now to receive the favor of fate, in that Vy'kampaena was now at hand,
6:33:46–6:33:49he joyfully told the news to Kyuraka.
6:33:49–6:33:57This event, replied the latter, surely announces thy going. Doubtless thou wilt gain the princess.
6:33:57–6:34:01For when was the moon ever beheld by any without moonlight, or a lotus pool without
6:34:01–6:34:08lotus or a garden without creeper. Yet there must be delay in the arrival of Vykhampayana,
6:34:08–6:34:13and the settling with him of thy plans. But I have told thee the state of the princess,
6:34:13–6:34:19which admits of no delay. Therefore, my heart, rendered insolent by the grace bestowed by
6:34:19–6:34:24thy affection, desires that favor may be shown me by a command to go at once to announce
6:34:24–6:34:29the joy of my Lord's coming. Where at the prince, with a glance that showed his
6:34:29–6:34:35inward satisfaction, replied, Who else is there who so well knows time and place, or who else
6:34:35–6:34:37is so sincerely loyal?
6:34:37–6:34:41This, therefore, is a happy thought.
6:34:41–6:34:45Go to support the life of the princess and to prepare for my return.
6:34:45–6:34:51But let Petrolika go forward, too, with thee to the feet of the princess.
6:34:51–6:34:54For she is favored by the princess.
6:34:54–6:34:58Then he called Megoneda, and bathed him escort Petrolika, while he himself would overtake
6:34:58–6:35:00them when he had seen by
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6:35:16–6:35:22to meet Vikempaina. The king lovingly received him, and said to Kukunasa, he has now come
6:35:22–6:35:28to the age for marriage. So, having entered upon the matter with Queen Vilasavati, let
6:35:28–6:35:35some fair maiden be chosen. For a face like my sons is not often to be seen. Let us
6:35:35–6:35:40then gladden ourselves now by the sight of the lotus face of a bride.
6:35:40–6:35:44Kukunasa agreed that as the prince had gained all knowledge, made royal fortune
6:35:44–6:35:50firmly his own, and wed the earth, there remained nothing for him to do but to marry a wife.
6:35:50–6:35:55How fitly, thought Kendrapada, does my father's plan come from my thoughts of a union with
6:35:55–6:36:02Kadambari. The proverb, light to one in darkness, or a shower of nectar to a dying man, is
6:36:02–6:36:10coming true in me. After just seeing Vaikampayana, I shall win Kadambari. Then the king went
6:36:10–6:36:15to Vilasavadi, and playfully reproached her for giving no counsel as to a bride for her
6:36:15–6:36:16son.
6:36:16–6:36:21Meanwhile the prince spent the day in awaiting Vykampayana's return.
6:36:21–6:36:26And after spending over two watches of the night sleepless in yearning for him, the energy
6:36:26–6:36:32of his love was redoubled, and he ordered the conk to be sounded for his going.
6:36:32–6:36:36Then he started on the road to Dacapura, and after going some distance he beheld the
6:36:36–6:36:41camp, and rejoiced to think he would now see Vykampyana, and going on alone, he asked where
6:36:41–6:36:44his friend was.
6:36:44–6:36:47But weeping women replied, Why ask?
6:36:47–6:36:49How should he be here?
6:36:49–6:36:53And in utter bewilderment he hastened to the midst of the camp.
6:36:53–6:36:57There he was recognized, and on his question the chieftains besought him to rest under
6:36:57–6:37:01a tree while they related Vykampyana's fate.
6:37:01–6:37:06He was, they said, yet alive, and they told what had happened.
6:37:06–6:37:11When left by thee, he halted a day, and then gave the order for our march.
6:37:11–6:37:17Yet, said he, Lake Akhota is mentioned in the Purana as very holy.
6:37:17–6:37:21Let us bathe and worship Siva in the shrine on its bank.
6:37:21–6:37:27For who will ever, even in a dream, behold again this place haunted by the gods?
6:37:27–6:37:31But beholding a bower on the bank he gazed at it like a brother long lost to sight, as
6:37:31–6:37:34if memories were awakened in him.
6:37:34–6:37:38And when we urged him to depart, he made as though he heard us not, but at last he bade
6:37:38–6:37:42us go, saying that he would not leave that spot.
6:37:42–6:37:47Do I not know well, said he, all that you urge for my departure?
6:37:47–6:37:52But I have no power over myself, and I am, as it were, nailed to the spot, and cannot
6:37:52–6:37:54go with you.
6:37:54–6:37:58So at length we left him, and came hither.
6:37:58–6:38:03Amazed at this story, which he could not have even in a dream imagined, Ken Drapeda wondered,
6:38:03–6:38:07what can be the cause of his resolve to leave all and dwell in the woods?
6:38:07–6:38:10I see no fault of my own.
6:38:10–6:38:12He shares everything with me.
6:38:12–6:38:17Has anything been said that could hurt him by my father or Kokonasa?
6:38:17–6:38:21He at length returned to Ajayini, thinking that where Vaikampayana was there was Kadambari
6:38:21–6:38:25also, and resolved to fetch him back.
6:38:25–6:38:31He heard that the king and queen had gone to Cookanasa's house, and followed them thither.
6:38:31–6:38:35There he heard Munurma lamenting the absence of the son without whose sight she could not
6:38:35–6:38:41live, and who had never before, even in his earliest years, shown neglect of her.
6:38:41–6:38:46On his entrance the king thus greeted him, I know thy great love for him.
6:38:46–6:38:50Yet when I hear thy story my heart suspects some fault of thine.
6:38:50–6:38:55But Kokonasa, his face darkened with grief and impatience, said reproachfully,
6:38:55–6:39:02If, O King, there is heat in the moon or coolness in fire, then there may be fault in the prince.
6:39:02–6:39:08Men such as Vikampayana are portents of destruction, fire without fuel, polished mirrors that present
6:39:08–6:39:13everything the reverse way, for them the base are exalted, wrong is right, and ignorance
6:39:13–6:39:14wisdom.
6:39:14–6:39:18All in them makes for evil, and not for good.
6:39:18–6:39:23For Vykampaina has not feared thy wrath, nor thought that his mother's life depends on
6:39:23–6:39:29him, nor that he was born to be a giver of offerings for the continuance of his race.
6:39:29–6:39:34Surely the birth of one so evil and demonic was but to cause us grief.
6:39:34–6:39:38To this the king replied, Surely for such as I to admonish thee were for a lamp to
6:39:38–6:39:43give light to fire, or daylight an equal splendor to the sun.
6:39:43–6:39:47Yet the mind of the wisest is made turbid by grief as the Manasa Lake by the rainy
6:39:47–6:39:49and then sight is destroyed.
6:39:49–6:39:53Who is there in this world who is not changed by youth?
6:39:53–6:39:58When youth shows itself, love for elders flows away with childhood.
6:40:00–6:40:06My heart grieves when I hear thee speak harshly of vikampayana. Let him be brought hither.
6:40:06–6:40:09Then we can do as is fitting.
6:40:09–6:40:14Kukanasa persisted in blaming his son, but Kandrapada implored leave to fetch him home,
6:40:14–6:40:20and Kukanasa at length yielded. Then Kandrapada summoned the astrologers, and secretly bade
6:40:20–6:40:25them name the day for his departure, when asked by the king or Kukanasa, so as not to delay
6:40:25–6:40:27his departure.
6:40:27–6:40:32The conjunction of the planets, they answered him, is against thy going.
6:40:32–6:40:35Yet a king is the determiner of time.
6:40:35–6:40:40On whatever time thy will is set, that is the time for every matter.
6:40:40–6:40:44Then they announced the morrow as the time for his departure, and he spent that day and
6:40:44–6:40:51night intent on his journey, and deeming that he already beheld Kadambari and Vikampayana
6:40:51–6:40:52before him.
6:40:52–6:40:58And when the time came, Vilasavadi bade him farewell in deep sorrow, I grieved not so for
6:40:58–6:41:00thy first going as I do now.
6:41:00–6:41:06My heart is torn, my body is in torture, my mind is overwhelmed.
6:41:06–6:41:09I know not why my heart so suffers.
6:41:09–6:41:11Stay not long away.
6:41:11–6:41:16He tried to console her, and then went to his father, who received him tenderly, and
6:41:16–6:41:21finally dismissed him, saying, My desire is that thou shouldst take a wife and receive
6:41:21–6:41:26the burden of royalty, so that I may enter on the path followed by royal sages, but this
6:41:26–6:41:30matter of I can pine at is in the way of it, and I have misgivings that my longing is not
6:41:30–6:41:34to be fulfilled, else how could he have acted in so strange a way?
6:41:34–6:41:42Therefore, though thou must go, my son, return soon, that my heart's desire may not fail.
6:41:42–6:41:46At length he started, and spent day and night on his journey in the thought of his friend
6:41:46–6:41:49and of the gondar of world.
6:41:49–6:41:53And when he had traveled far the rainy season came on, and all the workings of the storms
6:41:53–6:41:56found their counterpart in his own heart.
6:41:56–6:42:01Yet he paused not on his way, nor did he heed the entreaties of his chieftains to bestow
6:42:01–6:42:05some care on himself, but rode on all day.
6:42:05–6:42:09But a third part of the way remained to traverse when he beheld Megonata, and, asking him
6:42:09–6:42:14eagerly concerning Vikempaina, he learned that Petrolica, sure that the rains would
6:42:14–6:42:18delay his coming, had sent Megonata to meet him, and that the latter had not been
6:42:18–6:42:24to the Akkoda Lake. With redoubled grief the prince rode to the lake, and bade his followers
6:42:24–6:42:30guarded on all sides, lest Vykhampayana shouldn't shame flee from them, but all his search found
6:42:30–6:42:36no traces of his friend. My feet, thought he, cannot leave this spot without him, and
6:42:36–6:42:42yet Kadambari has not been seen. Prachants Mahagvita may know about this matter, I will at least
6:42:42–6:42:48see her. So he mounted in Dreida, and went towards her hermitage.
6:42:48–6:42:53There dismounting, he entered, but in the entrance of the cave he beheld Mahakvita, with difficulty
6:42:53–6:43:01supported by Turalika, weeping bitterly. May no ill, thought he, have befallen Kadambari,
6:43:01–6:43:06that Mahakvita should be in this state, when my coming should be a cause of joy.
6:43:06–6:43:12Eagily and sorrowfully he questioned Turalika, but she only gazed on Mahakvita's face.
6:43:12–6:43:17Then the latter at last spoke falteringly, What can one so wretched tell thee?
6:43:17–6:43:20Yet the tale shall be told.
6:43:20–6:43:24When I heard from Kyurika of thy departure, My heart was torn by the thought that the
6:43:24–6:43:29wishes of Kadambari's parents, My own longing, and the sight of Kadambari's happiness in
6:43:29–6:43:33her union with thee had not been brought about, And, cleaving even the bond of my
6:43:33–6:43:38love to her, I returned home to yet harsher penance than before.
6:43:38–6:43:44Here I beheld a young Brahman, like unto thee, gazing hither and thither with vacant glance.
6:43:44–6:43:50But at the sight of me his eyes were fixed on me alone, as if, though unseen before, he recognized
6:43:50–6:43:56me, though a stranger, he had long known me, and gazing at me like one, but I, caring
6:43:56–6:44:02for nothing since the loss of Pandarika, asked no questions about him, and Baitaralaka keep
6:44:02–6:44:06him away, for some evil would surely happen should he return.
6:44:06–6:44:11But in spite of being kept away, whether from the fault of love or the destiny of suffering
6:44:11–6:44:16that lay upon us, he did not give up his affection, and one night, while Turalika slept, and I
6:44:16–6:44:21was thinking of Pundarika, I beheld in the moonlight, clear as day, that youth approaching
6:44:21–6:44:24like one possessed.
6:44:24–6:44:27The utmost fear seized me at the sight.
6:44:27–6:44:31An evil thing, I thought, has befallen me.
6:44:31–6:44:36If he draw near, and but touch me with his hand, this accursed life must be destroyed, and
6:44:36–6:44:41then that endurance of it, which I accepted in the hope of again beholding Pundarika,
6:44:41–6:44:43will have been in vain.
6:44:43–6:44:48While I thus thought he drew near, and said, Moon-faced maiden, the moon, loves ally, is
6:44:48–6:44:51striving to slay me.
6:44:51–6:44:54Therefore I come to ask protection.
6:44:54–6:45:00Save me, who am without refuge, and cannot help myself, for my life is devoted to thee.
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6:45:16–6:45:20How has a thunderbolt failed to strike thy head in the utterance of these thy words?
6:45:21–6:45:26Surely the five elements that give witness of right and wrong to mortals are lacking in thy frame,
6:45:26–6:45:30in that earth and air and fire and the rest have not utterly destroyed thee.
6:45:31–6:45:35Thou hast learned to speak like a parrot, without thought of what was right or wrong to say.
6:45:36–6:45:38Why were thou not born as a parrot?
6:45:39–6:45:44I lay on thee this fate, that thou mayest enter on a birth suited to thine own speech,
6:45:44–6:45:50and cease to make love to one such as I, so saying, I turn towards the moon, and with raised hands
6:45:50–6:45:56prayed, blessed one, Lord of all, guardian of the world, if since the sight of Pundarika my heart
6:45:56–6:46:01has been free from the thought of any other man, may this false lover by the truth of this my saying,
6:46:01–6:46:08fall into the existence pronounced by me. Then straightway, I know not how, whether from the
6:46:08–6:46:14the force of love, or of his own sin, or from the power of my words, he fell lifeless, like
6:46:14–6:46:16a tree torn up by the roots.
6:46:16–6:46:21And it was not till he was dead that I learned from his weeping attendance that he was thy
6:46:21–6:46:23friend, noble prince.
6:46:23–6:46:28Having thus said, she bent her face in shame and silently wept.
6:46:28–6:46:33But Candrapida, with fixed glance and broken voice, replied, Lady, thou hast done nine
6:46:33–6:46:38utmost, and yet I am too ill-fated to have gained in this life the joy of honoring the
6:46:38–6:46:45feet of the Lady Kadambari. Mayest thou in another life create this bliss for me. With these words
6:46:45–6:46:51his tender heart broke, as if from grief at failing to win Kadambari, like a bud ready to open when
6:46:51–6:46:57pierced by a bee. Then Terallica burst into laments over his lifeless body and into reproaches to
6:46:57–6:47:04Mahakvita. And as the chieftains, too, raised their cry of grief and wonder, there entered,
6:47:04–6:47:10with but few followers, Kadambari herself, attired as to meet her lover, though a visit to Mahakvita
6:47:10–6:47:16was the pretext of her coming, and while she lent on Patrolaka's hand, she expressed her doubts of
6:47:16–6:47:21the prince's promised return, and declared that if she again beheld him she would not speak to him,
6:47:21–6:47:27nor be reconciled either by his humility or her friend's endeavors. Such were her words,
6:47:27–6:47:31but she counted all the toil of the journey light in her longing to behold him again.
6:47:32–6:47:36But when she beheld him dead, with a sudden cry she fell to the ground.
6:47:37–6:47:42And when she recovered from her swoon, she gazed at him with fixed eyes and quivering mouth,
6:47:42–6:47:47like a creeper trembling under the blow of a keen axe, and then stood still with a firmness foreign
6:47:47–6:47:53to her woman's nature. Matalika implored her to give her grief the relief of tears,
6:47:53–6:47:58lest her heart should break, and remember that on her rested the hopes of two races.
6:47:59–6:48:04Foolish girl, replied Kadambari, with a smile, how should my adamant and heart break if it has
6:48:04–6:48:10not broken at this sight? These thoughts of family and friends are for one who wills to live,
6:48:10–6:48:17not for me, who have chosen death. For I have won the body of my beloved, which is life to me,
6:48:17–6:48:23and which, whether living or dead, whether by an earthly union, or by my following it in death,
6:48:23–6:48:29suffices to calm every grief. It is for my sake that my Lord came hither and lost his life,
6:48:29–6:48:35how, then, could I, by shedding tears, make light of the great honor to which he has raised me?
6:48:36–6:48:41Or how bring an ill-ohmen morning to his departure to heaven? Or how weep at the joyous moment
6:48:41–6:48:49when, like the dust of his feet, I may follow him? Now all sorrow is far away. For him I
6:48:49–6:48:55I neglected all other ties, and now, when he is dead, how canst thou ask me to live?
6:48:55–6:49:00In dying now lies my life, and to live would be death to me.
6:49:00–6:49:04Do thou take my place with my parents and my friends, and mayest thou be the mother of
6:49:04–6:49:09a son to offer libations of water for me when I am in another world?
6:49:09–6:49:14Thou must wed the young mango in the courtyard, dear to me as my own child, to the modivy
6:49:14–6:49:15creeper.
6:49:15–6:49:21Let not a twig of the acoka tree that my feet have caressed be broken, even to make an earring.
6:49:21–6:49:27Let the flowers of the mulady creeper I tended be plucked only to offer to the gods.
6:49:27–6:49:32Let the picture of Kama in my room near my pillow be torn in pieces.
6:49:32–6:49:37The mango trees I planted must be tended so that they may come to fruit.
6:49:37–6:49:42Set free from the misery of their cage the manor colony and the parrot parahasa.
6:49:42–6:49:46Let the little mongoose that rested in my lap now rest in nine.
6:49:46–6:49:51Let my child, the fawn tarolaka, be given to a hermitage.
6:49:51–6:49:56Let the partridges on the pleasure hill that grew up in my hand be kept alive.
6:49:56–6:49:59See that the hamsa that followed my steps be not killed.
6:50:00–6:50:05लेद मेप पोर आप भी सेट फ्री, फोर शी इस नहपी लेद विशार-विमर्शक रेक।
6:50:05–6:50:11Let the pleasure He'll be given to some consoled hermit, and let the things I use myself be given to Brahmins.
6:50:11–6:50:18My loot thou must lovingly keep in thine own lap, and anything else that pleases thee must be thine own.
6:50:18–6:50:29But as for me, I will cling to my Lord's neck, and so on the funeral pyre allay the fever which the moon, sandal, lotus fibers, and all cool things have but increased.
6:50:29–6:50:35Then she embraced Mahakvita, saying, Thou indeed hast some hope whereby to endure life,
6:50:35–6:50:41even though its pains be worse than death, but I have none, and so I bid thee farewell,
6:50:41–6:50:47dear friend, till we meet in another birth. As though she felt the joy of reunion, she honored
6:50:47–6:50:53the feet of Kendrapada with bent head, and placed them in her lap. At her touch a strange bright
6:50:53–6:50:57light arose from Kendrapada's body, and straightway a voice was heard in the sky,
6:50:57–6:51:04Dear Mahakvita, I will again console thee. The body of thy Pandarika, nourished in my world and by
6:51:04–6:51:11my light, free from death, awaits its reunion with thee. The other body, that of Kendrapada,
6:51:11–6:51:17is filled with my light, and so is not subject to death, both from its own nature, and because it
6:51:17–6:51:22is nourished by the touch of Kadambari, it has been deserted by the soul by reason of a curse,
6:51:22–6:51:28like the body of a mystic whose spirit has passed into another form. Let it rest here to console
6:51:28–6:51:35thee and cotton barry till the curse be ended. Let it not be burnt, nor cast into water, nor deserted.
6:51:36–6:51:42It must be kept with all care till its reunion. All but Patralaka were astounded at this saying,
6:51:42–6:51:48and fixed their gaze on the sky, but she, recovering, at the cool touch of that light,
6:51:48–6:51:54from the swoon brought on by seeing the death of Kendrapada, rose, hastily seizing Andrayada from his
6:51:54–6:51:59groom, saying, However it may be for us, thou must not for a moment leave thy master to go alone
6:51:59–6:52:05without a steed on his long journey, and plunged, together with Andrayada, into the Akkoda lake.
6:52:06–6:52:12Straightway there rose from the lake a young ascetic and approaching Mahakvita, said mournfully,
6:52:12–6:52:16Princess of the Gondarves, knowest thou me, now that I have passed through another birth.
6:52:16–6:52:22Earth. Divided between joy and grief, she paid homage to his feet and replied,
6:52:22–6:52:28Blessed Copangala, am I so devoid of virtue that I could forget thee. And yet this thought
6:52:28–6:52:33of me is natural, since I am so strangely ignorant of myself and deluded by madness that
6:52:33–6:52:39when my Lord Pandarika is gone to heaven I yet live. Tell me of Pandarika.
6:52:39–6:52:43He then recalled how he had flown into the sky in pursuit of the being who carried
6:52:43–6:52:48off Pandarika, and passing by the wondering gods in their heavenly cars, he had reached
6:52:48–6:52:50the world of the moon.
6:52:50–6:52:56Then that being, he continued, placed Pandarika's body on a couch in a hall called Mahadeya,
6:52:56–6:52:59and said, Know me to be the moon.
6:52:59–6:53:04When I was rising to help the world I was cursed by thy friend, because my beams were slaying
6:53:04–6:53:09him before he could meet his beloved, and he prayed that I, too, might die in the
6:53:09–6:53:15land of Bharata, the home of all sacred rites, knowing myself the pains of love.
6:53:15–6:53:19But I, wrathful at being cursed for what was his own fault, uttered the curse that he should
6:53:19–6:53:23endure the same lot of joy or sorrow as myself.
6:53:23–6:53:29When, however, my anger passed away, I understood what had happened about Mahakvita.
6:53:29–6:53:34Now, she is sprung from the race that had its origin in my beams, and she chose him
6:53:34–6:53:36for her Lord.
6:53:36–6:53:41But he and I must both be born twice in the world of mortals, else the dew-order of births
6:53:41–6:53:43will not be fulfilled.
6:53:43–6:53:47I have therefore carried the body hither, and I nourish it with my light lest it should
6:53:47–6:53:52perish before the curses ended, and I have comforted Mahakvita.
6:53:52–6:53:55Tell the whole matter to Pundarika's father.
6:53:55–6:54:00His spiritual power is great, and he may find a remedy.
6:54:00–6:54:05An eye, rushing away in grief, leapt off another rider in a heavenly chariot, and in
6:54:05–6:54:09In wrath he said to me, Since in the wide path of heaven thou hast leapt over me like a horse
6:54:09–6:54:15in its wild course, Do thou become a horse, and descend into the world of mortals.
6:54:15–6:54:20To my tearful assurance that I had leapt over him in the blindness of grief, and not from
6:54:20–6:54:25contempt, he replied, The curse, once uttered, cannot be recalled.
6:54:25–6:54:31But when thy rider shall die, Thou shalt bathe and be freed from the curse.
6:54:31–6:54:35I implored him that as my friend was about to be born with the moon god, in the world
6:54:35–6:54:41of mortals, I might, as a horse, constantly dwell with him.
6:54:41–6:54:45Soffin'd by my affection, he told me that the moon would be born as a son to King Tirapada
6:54:45–6:54:50at Ajjaini, Pandarika would be the son of his minister, Kokanasa, and that I should
6:54:50–6:54:53be the prince's steed.
6:54:53–6:54:58Straightway I plunged into the ocean and rose as a horse, but yet lost not consciousness
6:54:58–6:54:59of the past.
6:55:00–6:55:04आई विचार-विमर्शक आछि।
6:55:04–6:55:08आई विचार-विमर्शक आछि।
6:55:08–6:55:12आई विचार-विमर्शक आछि।
6:55:12–6:55:16आछि।
6:55:16–6:55:20आछि।
6:55:20–6:55:24आछि।
6:55:24–6:55:28आछि।
6:55:28–6:55:32I have received length of years but to slay thee again and again.
6:55:32–6:55:38Even in thee, methinks, coldness must now have sprung up towards one so ill-fated, in
6:55:38–6:55:43that thou answerest not my laments, and she flung herself on the ground.
6:55:43–6:55:50But Copangala pittingly replied, Thou art blameless, princess, and joy is at hand.
6:55:50–6:55:55Grieve not, therefore, but pursue the penance undertaken by thee, for to perfect penance
6:55:55–6:55:59not as impossible, and by the power of thine austerities thou shalt soon be in the arms
6:55:59–6:56:01of my friend."
6:56:01–6:56:06Then Kadambari asked Kapunjala what had become of Patralaka when she plunged with him into
6:56:06–6:56:08the tank.
6:56:08–6:56:13But he knew not of what had happened since then, either to her, or his friend, or Khandrapada,
6:56:13–6:56:18and rose to the sky to ask the sage Kvedaketu, Pandurika's father, to whom everything
6:56:18–6:56:21in the three worlds was visible.
6:56:21–6:56:26Then Mahakvita counseled Kadambari, whose love to her was drawn to closer from the likeness
6:56:26–6:56:31of her sorrow, that she should spend her life administering to the body of Kendrapada, nothing
6:56:31–6:56:35doubting that while others, to gain good, worshiped shapes of wood and stone that were
6:56:35–6:56:40but images of invisible gods, she ought to worship the present deity, veiled under
6:56:40–6:56:43the name of Kendrapada.
6:56:43–6:56:47Laying his body tenderly on a rock, Kadambari put off the adornments with which she had
6:56:47–6:56:52come to meet her lover, keeping but one bracelet as a happy omen.
6:56:52–6:56:59She bathed, put on two white robes, rubbed off the deep stain of beetle from her lips,
6:56:59–6:57:03and the very flowers, incense, and unwinds she had brought to grace a happy love she
6:57:03–6:57:08now offered to Kendrapida in the worship due to a god.
6:57:08–6:57:12That day and night she spent motionless, holding the feet of the prince, and on the
6:57:12–6:57:17morrow she joyfully saw that his brightness was unchanged, and gladdened her friends
6:57:17–6:57:20and the princes' followers by the tidings.
6:57:20–6:57:24The next day she sent Matalika to console her parents, and they sent back an assurance
6:57:24–6:57:29that they had never thought to see her wed, and that now they rejoiced that she had chosen
6:57:29–6:57:33for her husband the incarnation of the moon god himself.
6:57:33–6:57:37They hoped, when the curse was over, to behold again her lotus face in the company of their
6:57:37–6:57:39son-in-law.
6:57:39–6:57:44So comforted, Kadambari remained to tend and worship the prince's body.
6:57:44–6:57:50Now, when the rainy season was over, Megonata came to Kadambari, and told her that messengers
6:57:50–6:57:54had been sent by Tarapida to ask the cause of the prince's delay, and that he, to spare
6:57:54–6:58:00her grief, had told them the whole story, and bade them hasten to tell all to the king.
6:58:00–6:58:06They, however, had replied that this might doubtless be so, yet, to say nothing of
6:58:06–6:58:10their hereditary love for the prince, the desire to see so great a marvel urged them
6:58:10–6:58:15to ask to be allowed to behold him, their long service deserved the favor, and what
6:58:15–6:58:19would the kings say if they failed to seek Andrapida's body?
6:58:19–6:58:24Sororifully picturing to herself what the grief of Terapida would be, Kadambari admitted the
6:58:24–6:58:29messengers, and as they tearfully prostrated themselves, she consoled them, saying that
6:58:29–6:58:33this was a cause for joy rather than sorrow.
6:58:33–6:58:37Ye have seen the prince's face, and his body free from change, therefore hastened
6:58:37–6:58:39to the king's feet.
6:58:39–6:58:44But do not spread abroad this story, but say that ye have seen the Prince, and that he tarries
6:58:44–6:58:47by the Okoda Lake.
6:58:47–6:58:53For death must come to all, and is easily believed, but this event, even when seen, can scarce
6:58:53–6:58:54win faith.
6:58:54–6:59:00It profits not now, therefore, by telling this to his parents, to create in them a suspicion
6:59:00–6:59:04of his death, but when he comes to life again, this wondrous tale will become clear
6:59:04–6:59:06to them.
6:59:06–6:59:11But they replied, Then we must either not return or keep silence.
6:59:11–6:59:16But neither course is possible, Nor could we so greet the sorrowing king.
6:59:16–6:59:21She therefore sent Candrapada's servant Verataka with them to give credit to the story, for
6:59:21–6:59:26the prince's royal retinue had all taken a vow to live there, eating only roots and
6:59:26–6:59:30fruits, and not to return till the prince himself should do so.
6:59:30–6:59:36After many days, Queen Villasavati, in her deep longing for news of her son, went to
6:59:36–6:59:40the temple of the Divine Mothers of Avandi, the guardian goddesses of Ajayini, to pray
6:59:40–6:59:47for his return, and on a sudden a cry arose from the retinue, Thou art happy, O Queen.
6:59:47–6:59:51The Mothers have shown favor to thee.
6:59:51–6:59:53Messengers from the Prince are at hand.
6:59:53–6:59:58Then she saw the messengers, with the city folk crowding round them, asking news of the
6:59:58–7:00:00or of sons
7:00:00–7:00:05विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
7:00:05–7:00:09विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
7:00:09–7:00:13विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
7:00:13–7:00:17विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
7:00:17–7:00:21he has been seen by us on the shore of the Akkoda Lake, and Tverataka will tell thee the rest.
7:00:23–7:00:29What more, said she, can this unhappy man tell me? For your own sorrowful bearing has told the tale.
7:00:30–7:00:38Alas, my child! Wherefore hast thou not returned? When thou didst bid me farewell, I knew by my
7:00:38–7:00:44forebodings that I should not behold thy face again. This all comes from the evil deeds of my
7:00:44–7:00:51former birth. Yet think not, my son, that I will live without thee, for how could I thus
7:00:51–7:00:56even face thy father? And yet, whether it be from love, or from the thought that one so
7:00:56–7:01:02fair must needs live, or from the native simplicity of a woman's mind, my heart cannot believe
7:01:02–7:01:08that ill has befallen thee. Meanwhile, the news was told to the king, and he hastened
7:01:08–7:01:13to the temple with Cucanasa, and tried to rouse the queen from the stupor of grief,
7:01:13–7:01:18saying, My Queen, we dishonor ourselves by this show of grief.
7:01:18–7:01:22Our good deeds in a former life have carried us thus far.
7:01:22–7:01:25We are not the vessel of further joys.
7:01:25–7:01:29That which we have not earned is not one it will by beating the breast.
7:01:29–7:01:33The Creator does what He wills, and depends on none.
7:01:33–7:01:37We have had the joy of our son's babyhood and boyhood in youth.
7:01:37–7:01:42We have crowned him, and greeted his return from his world conquest.
7:01:42–7:01:46All that is lacking to our wishes is that we have not seen him wed, so that we might
7:01:46–7:01:50leave him in our place, and retire to a hermitage.
7:01:50–7:01:54But to gain every desire is the fruit of very rare merit.
7:01:54–7:02:00We must, however, question Tverataka, for we know not all yet.
7:02:00–7:02:04But when he heard from Tverataka how the prince's heart had broken, he interrupted
7:02:04–7:02:09him, and cried that a funeral pyre should be prepared for himself near the shrine of
7:02:09–7:02:10Mahakala.
7:02:10–7:02:15All his treasure was to be given to Brahmins, and the kings who followed him were to return
7:02:15–7:02:17to their own lands.
7:02:17–7:02:22Then Tverataka implored him to hear the rest of the story of Vikampayana, and his grief
7:02:22–7:02:27was followed by wonder, while Kokonasa, showing the desire of a true friend to forget his
7:02:27–7:02:33own grief and offer consolation, said Sire, in this wondrous transitory existence, wherein
7:02:33–7:02:39wander gods, demons, animals and men, filled with joy and grief.
7:02:39–7:02:46is no event which is not possible. Why then doubt concerning this? If from a search for
7:02:46–7:02:51reason, how many things rest only on tradition, and are yet seen to be true? As the use of
7:02:51–7:02:57meditation or certain postures to cure a poison man, the attraction of the lodestone, the
7:02:57–7:03:03efficacy of mantras, Vedic or otherwise, in actions of all kinds, wherein sacred tradition
7:03:03–7:03:09is our authority. Now there are many stories of curses in the Puranas, the Ramayana, the
7:03:09–7:03:16Mahabharata, and the rest. For it was owing to a curse that Nahusha became a serpent,
7:03:16–7:03:21Sadesa a cannibal, Yayati de Crepeit, Trikankua Candala, the heaven-dwelling Mahabhisha was
7:03:21–7:03:29born as Kintanu, while Ganga became his wife, and the Vasus, his sons. Nay, even the Supreme
7:03:29–7:03:35God, Vishnu, was born as Yamadagni's son, and, dividing himself into four, he was born
7:03:35–7:03:40to Dakaratha, and also to Vasudeva at Mathura.
7:03:40–7:03:44Therefore the birth of gods among mortals is not hard of belief.
7:03:44–7:03:50And thou, sire, art not behind the men of old and virtue, nor is the moon greater than
7:03:50–7:03:53the god from whom the lotus springs.
7:03:53–7:03:57Our dreams at our son's birth confirm the tale, the nectar that dwells in the moon
7:03:57–7:04:01preserves the prince's body, and his beauty that gladdens the world must be destined to
7:04:01–7:04:03dwell in the world.
7:04:03–7:04:06We shall therefore soon see.
7:04:06–7:04:12His marriage with Kadambari, and therein find all the past troubles of life more than repaid.
7:04:12–7:04:19Do then thine utmost by worshiping gods, giving gifts to brahmanas, and practicing austerities,
7:04:19–7:04:21to secure this blessing.
7:04:21–7:04:25The king assented, but expressed his resolve to go himself to behold the prince, and
7:04:25–7:04:31he and the queen, together with Kukunasa and his wife, went to the lake.
7:04:31–7:04:35Comforted by the assurance of Megoneda, who came to meet him, that the prince's body
7:04:35–7:04:41daily grew in brightness, he entered the hermitage, while, at the news of his coming, Mahakvita
7:04:41–7:04:46fled in shame within the cave, and Kadambari swooned.
7:04:46–7:04:50And as he looked on his son, who seemed but to sleep, the queen rushed forward, and
7:04:50–7:04:55with fond reproaches and treated Kandrapada to speak to them.
7:04:55–7:04:59But the king reminded her that it was her part to comfort Kokonasa and his wife.
7:05:00–7:05:02विचार-विमर्शक रेक।
7:05:30–7:05:35queen, so like his own, Kadambari recovered her senses, and was helped by Madhulika to
7:05:35–7:05:40pay due honor, though with face bent in shame, to his parents.
7:05:40–7:05:45She received their blessing backslash, Mayest thou live long, and long enjoy an unwittled
7:05:45–7:05:49life backslash, and was set close behind Vilasavadi.
7:05:49–7:05:54The king then bade her resume her care of the prince, and took up his abode in a leafy
7:05:54–7:05:59bower near the hermitage, provided with a cool stone slab, and meat for a hermit,
7:05:59–7:06:04told his royal retinue that he would now carry out his long-cherished desire of an ascetic
7:06:04–7:06:07life, and that they must protect his subjects.
7:06:07–7:06:12It is surely again if I hand over my place to one worthy of it, and by this enfeebled
7:06:12–7:06:16and useless body of mine win the joys of another world.
7:06:16–7:06:22So saying, he gave up all his wanted joys, and betook himself to the unwanted life in
7:06:22–7:06:27the woods, he found a palace beneath the trees, the delights of the Zenana, in the creepers,
7:06:27–7:06:34affection of friends, in the fawns, the pleasure of attire, in rags and bark garments.
7:06:34–7:06:39His weapons were rosaries, his ambition was for another world, his desire for wealth was
7:06:39–7:06:41in penance.
7:06:41–7:06:46He refused all the delicacies that Kadambari and Mahakvita offered him, and so dwelt with
7:06:46–7:06:51his queen and Kukannasa, counting all pain's light, so that every morning and evening
7:06:51–7:06:54he might have the joy of seeing Kendrapada.
7:06:54–7:06:59Having told this tale, the sage Jabali said with a scornful smile to his son Harita and
7:06:59–7:07:04the other ascetics, he have seen how this story has had power to hold us long and to
7:07:04–7:07:06charm our hearts.
7:07:06–7:07:10And this is the love-stricken being who by his own fault fell from heaven and became
7:07:10–7:07:14on earth by campayana, son of Kokonasa.
7:07:14–7:07:19He it is who, by the curse of his own wrathful father, and by Mahakvita's appeal to the
7:07:19–7:07:23truth of her heart, has been born as a parrot.
7:07:23–7:07:29As he thus spoke, I awoke, as it were, out of sleep, and, young as I was, I had on the
7:07:29–7:07:34tip of my tongue all the knowledge gained in a former birth, I became skilled in all arts,
7:07:34–7:07:39I had a clear human voice, memory, and all but the shape of a man.
7:07:39–7:07:46My affection for the prince, my uncontrolled passion, my devotion to Mahakvita, all returned.
7:07:46–7:07:50A yearning arose in me to know about them and my other friends, and though in deepest
7:07:50–7:07:56shame, I fairly asked Jabali, now, blessed saint, that thou hast brought back my knowledge,
7:07:56–7:08:01my heart breaks for the prince who died in grief for my death.
7:08:01–7:08:05Vouch save to tell me of him, so that I may be near him, even my birth as an animal will
7:08:05–7:08:07not grieve me.
7:08:07–7:08:14With mingled scorn and pity he replied, wilt thou not even now restrain thine old impatience?
7:08:14–7:08:17Ask when thy wings are grown.
7:08:17–7:08:21According to his sons in quarry how one of saintly race should be so enslaved by love,
7:08:21–7:08:26he replied that this weak and unrestrained nature belonged to those born, like me, from
7:08:26–7:08:28a mother only.
7:08:28–7:08:304.
7:08:30–7:08:36The Vedas says, As a man's parents are, so is he, and medical science, too, declares their
7:08:36–7:08:38weakness.
7:08:38–7:08:42And he said my life now would be but short, but that when the curse was over, I should
7:08:42–7:08:44win length of years.
7:08:44–7:08:50I humbly asked by what sacrifices I should gain a longer life, but he bade me wait, and as
7:08:50–7:08:54the whole night had passed unobserved in his story, he sent the ascetics to offer the morning
7:08:54–7:08:59ablation, while Harida took me, and placed me in his own hut near his couch, and went
7:08:59–7:09:02to his morning duties.
7:09:02–7:09:06During his absence, I sorrowfully thought how hard it would be to rise from being a bird
7:09:06–7:09:11to being a Brahman, not to say a saint, who has the bliss of heaven.
7:09:11–7:09:16But if I could not be united to those I loved and passed lives why should I yet live?
7:09:16–7:09:21But Harita then returned, and told me that Kapunjala was there.
7:09:21–7:09:27When I saw him weary, yet loving as ever, I strove to fly to him, and he, lifting me
7:09:27–7:09:31up, placed me in his bosom, and then on his head.
7:09:31–7:09:36Then he told me, thy father Khvetakita knew by divine insight of thy plight, and has begun
7:09:36–7:09:38a right to help thee.
7:09:38–7:09:43As he began it I was set free from my horse's shape, but he kept me till jowbly had recalled
7:09:43–7:09:47the past of thee, and now sends me to give thee his blessing, and say that thy mother
7:09:47–7:09:50Lakshmi is also helping in the right.
7:09:50–7:09:56Then, bidding me stay in the hermitage, he rose to the sky, to take part in the right.
7:09:56–7:10:00After some days, however, my wings were grown, and I
7:10:00–7:10:05I resolved to fly to Mahakrita, so I set off towards the north, but weariness soon overtook
7:10:05–7:10:11me, and I went to sleep in a tree, only to wake in the snare of a terrible kandala.
7:10:11–7:10:15I besought him to free me, for I was on the way to my beloved, but he said he had captured
7:10:15–7:10:20me for the young kandala princess, who had heard of my gifts.
7:10:20–7:10:25With horror I heard that I, the son of Lakshmi and of a great saint, must dwell with a tribe
7:10:25–7:10:31shunned even by barbarians, but when I urged that he could set me free without danger, for
7:10:31–7:10:36none would see him, he laughed, and replied, He, for whom there exist not the five guardians
7:10:36–7:10:41of the world, witnesses of right and wrong, dwelling within his own body to behold his
7:10:41–7:10:46actions, will not do his duty for fear of any other being.
7:10:46–7:10:50So he carried me off, and as I looked out in hope of getting free from him, I beheld
7:10:50–7:10:55the barbarian settlement, a very marketplace of evil deeds.
7:10:55–7:11:00It was surrounded on all sides by boys engaged in the chase, unleashing their hounds, teaching
7:11:00–7:11:06their falcons, mending snares, carrying weapons, and fishing, horrible in their attire, like
7:11:06–7:11:08demoniacs.
7:11:08–7:11:13Herein there the entrance to their dwellings, hidden by thick bamboo forests, was to be
7:11:13–7:11:17inferred, from the rising of smoke of orpiment.
7:11:17–7:11:21On all sides the enclosures were made with skulls, the dust heaps in the roads
7:11:21–7:11:26were filled with bones, the yards of the huts were mirey with blood, fat, and meat chopped
7:11:26–7:11:27up.
7:11:27–7:11:34The life there consisted of hunting, the food, of flesh, the ointment, of fat, the garments,
7:11:34–7:11:40of coarse silk, the couches, of dried skins, the household attendants, of dogs, the animals
7:11:40–7:11:46for riding, of cows, the men's employment, of wine and women, the ablation to the
7:11:46–7:11:51gods, of blood, the sacrifice, of cattle.
7:11:51–7:11:54The place was the image of all hells.
7:11:54–7:11:59Then the man brought me to the Candala maiden, who received me gladly, and placed me in a
7:11:59–7:12:03cage, saying, I will take from thee all thy willfulness.
7:12:03–7:12:05What was I to do?
7:12:05–7:12:10Were I to pray her to release me, it was my power of speech that had made her desire
7:12:10–7:12:15me, were I silent, anger might make her cruel, still, it was my one of self-restraint that
7:12:15–7:12:20had caused all my misery, and so I resolved to restrain all my senses, and I therefore
7:12:20–7:12:24kept entire silence and refused all food.
7:12:24–7:12:29Next day, however, the maiden brought fruits and water, and when I did not touch them she
7:12:29–7:12:35said tenderly, It is unnatural for birds and beasts to refuse food when hungry.
7:12:35–7:12:41If thou, mindful of a former birth, makeest distinction of what may or may not be eaten,
7:12:41–7:12:46yet thou art now born as an animal, and canst keep no such distinction.
7:12:46–7:12:50There is no sin in acting in accordance with the state to which thy past deeds have
7:12:50–7:12:58brought thee. Nay, even for those who have a law concerning food, it is lawful, in a time
7:12:58–7:13:05of distress, to eat food not meat for them, in order to preserve life. Much more, then,
7:13:05–7:13:10for thee. Nor needs thou fear this food is coming from our cast, for fruit may be accepted
7:13:10–7:13:17even from us, and water, even from our vessels, is pure, so men say, when it falls on the
7:13:17–7:13:24ground. I, wondering at her wisdom, per took of food, but still kept silence. After some
7:13:24–7:13:30time, when I had grown up, I woke one day to find myself in this golden cage, and beheld
7:13:30–7:13:36the candala maiden as thou, O king, hast seen her. The whole barbarian settlement shooed
7:13:36–7:13:41like a city of the gods, and before I could ask what it all meant, the maiden brought
7:13:41–7:13:43me to thy feet.
7:13:43–7:13:48But who she is and why she has become a candala, and why I am bound or brought hither, I am
7:13:48–7:13:52as eager as thou, O King, to learn.
7:13:52–7:13:58Thereupon the King, in great amazement, sent for the maiden, and she, entering, overawed
7:13:58–7:14:03the King with her majesty, and said with dignity, Thou gem of earth, Lord of Rohini, joy of
7:14:03–7:14:09Kadambari's eyes backslash, Thou, O moon, hast heard the story of thy past birth, and
7:14:09–7:14:14that of this foolish being. Thou knowest from him how even in this birth he disregarded
7:14:14–7:14:21his Father's command, and set off to seek his bride. Now I am Lakshmi, his mother, and
7:14:21–7:14:26his father, seeing by divine insight that he had started, bade me keep him in safety
7:14:26–7:14:31till the religious right for him was completed, and lead him to repentance. The right is
7:14:31–7:14:37now over. The end of the curse is at hand. I brought him to thee that thou mightest
7:14:37–7:14:44rejoice with him there at. I became a kandala to avoid contact with mankind.
7:14:44–7:14:50De both therefore, straightway leave bodies beset with the ills of birth, old age, pain,
7:14:50–7:14:56and death, and win the joy of union with your beloved. So saying, she suddenly rose to
7:14:56–7:15:00the sky, followed by the gaze of all the people, while the firmament
7:15:00–7:15:30अछि।
7:15:30–7:15:35sufferings as the king. Now at this time there set in the fragrant season of spring, as if
7:15:35–7:15:41to burn immoderally, and while it intoxicated all living beings, it was used by love as
7:15:41–7:15:46his strongest shaft to bewilder the heart of Kadambari. On Kama's festival she passed
7:15:46–7:15:51the day with great difficulty, and at twilight, when the quarters were growing dark, she
7:15:51–7:15:57bathed, worshipped Kama, and placed before him the body of Kandrapada, washed, anointed
7:15:57–7:16:01with musk-scented sandal, and decked with flowers.
7:16:01–7:16:06Filled with a deep longing, she drew nigh, as if unconsciously and suddenly, bereft by
7:16:06–7:16:11love of a woman's native timidity, she could no longer restrain herself, and clasped Kendrapida's
7:16:11–7:16:14neck as though he were yet alive.
7:16:14–7:16:20At her embrosial embrace the prince's life came back to him, and, clasping her closely,
7:16:20–7:16:26like one awakened from sleep, he gladdened her by saying, Timid won, away with fear.
7:16:26–7:16:31An embrace hath brought me to life, for thou art born of the Apsara's ray sprung from
7:16:31–7:16:36nectar, and it was but the curse that prevented thy touch from reviving me before.
7:16:36–7:16:41I have now left the mortal shape of Kadraka, that caused the pain of separation from me,
7:16:41–7:16:45but this body I kept, because it won thy love.
7:16:45–7:16:49Now both this world and the moon are bound to thy feet.
7:16:49–7:16:54Vikampayana, too, the beloved of thy friend Mahakveda, has been freed from the curse
7:16:54–7:16:56with me.
7:16:56–7:17:01While the moon, hidden in the shape of Kendrapida, thus spoke, Pandarika descended from the
7:17:01–7:17:06sky, pale, wearing still the robe of pearls given by Mahakvita, and holding the hand of
7:17:06–7:17:08Kapunjala.
7:17:08–7:17:13Gladly caught Mbari hastened to tell Mahakvita of her lover's return, while Kendrapita said,
7:17:13–7:17:18Dear Pandarika, though in an earlier birth thou wasst my son-in-law, thou must now be
7:17:18–7:17:21my friend, as in our last birth.
7:17:21–7:17:25Meanwhile, Kiyurika set off.
7:17:25–7:17:30The hemicuda to tell Hamsa and Satrearatha, and Matalika fell at the feet of Terapita,
7:17:30–7:17:35who was absorbed in prayer to Siva, vanquisher of death, and Vila Savadi, and told them the
7:17:35–7:17:38glad tidings.
7:17:38–7:17:43Then the aged king came, leaning on Kukanasah, with the queen and Manorma, and great was
7:17:43–7:17:45the joy of all.
7:17:45–7:17:50Kapunjala too brought a message to Kukanasah from Kvedakatu, saying,
7:17:50–7:17:55Pundarika was but brought up by me, but he is thy son, and loves thee, do thou therefore
7:17:55–7:17:59keep him from ill, and care for him as thine own.
7:17:59–7:18:04I have placed in him my own life, and he will live as long as the moon, so that my desires
7:18:04–7:18:05are fulfilled.
7:18:05–7:18:10The divine spirit of life in me now yearns to reach a region surpassing the world of
7:18:10–7:18:12gods.
7:18:12–7:18:16That night passed in talk of their former birth, and next day the two Gandharva kings
7:18:16–7:18:20came with their queens, and the festivities were increased a thousandfold.
7:18:20–7:18:28Sotraretha, however, said, Why, when we have palaces of our own, do we feast in the forest?
7:18:28–7:18:34Moreover, though marriage resting only on mutual love is lawful among us, yet let us follow
7:18:34–7:18:36the custom of the world.
7:18:36–7:18:39Nay, replied Terapida.
7:18:39–7:18:44Where a man hath known his greatest happiness, there is his home, even if it be the forest
7:18:44–7:18:50point one and where else have I known such joy as here? All my palaces, too, have been
7:18:50–7:18:57given over to thy son-in-law, take my son, therefore, with his bride, and taste the joys of home.
7:18:57–7:19:02Then Satretha went with Kendrapada to Hemakuta and offered him his whole kingdom with the
7:19:02–7:19:08hand of Kadambari. Hamza did the same to Pundarika, but both refused to accept anything,
7:19:08–7:19:13for their longings were satisfied with winning the bride's dear to their hearts.
7:19:13–7:19:19Now, one day Kadambari, though her joy was complete, asked her husband with tears, How is it that
7:19:19–7:19:24when we all have died and come to life, and have been united with each other, Patrolaka
7:19:24–7:19:28alone is not here, nor do we know what has become of her?
7:19:28–7:19:33How could she be here, my beloved, replied the prince tenderly?
7:19:33–7:19:38For she is my wife Rohini, and, when she heard I was cursed, grieving for my grief, she
7:19:38–7:19:42refused to leave me alone in the world of mortals, and though I sought to dissuade
7:19:42–7:19:47she accepted birth in that world even before me, that she might wait upon me.
7:19:47–7:19:51When I entered on another birth, she again wished to descend to earth,
7:19:51–7:19:54but I sent her back to the world of the moon.
7:19:54–7:19:56There thou wilt again behold her.
7:19:56–7:20:00But Kadambari, in wonder at Rohit,
7:20:00–7:20:05नाटक आविशार-विमर्शक रेक। नाटक आविशार-विमर्शक रेक।
7:20:05–7:20:09विशार-विमर्शक रेक। नाटक आविशार-विमर्शक रेक।
7:20:09–7:20:13नाटक आविशार-विमर्शक रेक। नाटक आविशार-विमर्शक रेक।
7:20:13–7:20:18and then, dismissed by Satreatha and Madeira, who were wholly content with him, he approached the
7:20:18–7:20:24feet of his father. There he bestowed on the chieftains who had shared his sufferings a condition
7:20:24–7:20:29like his own, and laying on Ponderica the burden of government, followed the steps of his parents,
7:20:29–7:20:34who had given up all earthly duties. Sometimes from love of his native land,
7:20:34–7:20:40he would dwell in Ajayini, where the citizens gazed at him with wide, wandering eyes,
7:20:40–7:20:46sometimes, from respect to the Gandharv King, at Hemakutta, beautiful beyond compare, sometimes,
7:20:46–7:20:51from reverence to Rohini, in the world of the moon, where every place was charming from the coolness
7:20:51–7:20:58and fragrance of nectar, sometimes, from love to Pundarika, by the lake where Lakshmi dwelt,
7:20:58–7:21:03on which the lotuses ever blossomed night and day, and often, to please Kadambari.
7:21:04–7:21:09In many another fair spot. With Kadambari he enjoyed many a pleasure,
7:21:09–7:21:13to which the yearning of two births gave an ever-fresh and inexhaustible delight.
7:21:14–7:21:20Nor did the moon rejoice alone with Kadambari, nor she with Mahakvita, but Mahakvita with Pundarika,
7:21:20–7:21:25and Pundarika with the moon, all spent an eternity of joy in each other's company,
7:21:25–7:21:28and reached the very pinnacle of happiness.

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Kottumbari, by Bhanapata. Based on Sanskrit to Maitali translation by Gajendra Thakur. Copyright Gajendra Thakur, Editor, Videha Maitali e-Journal, www.videha.co.in Kottumbari, by Bhanapata. First Part Hail to the birthless, the cause of creation, continuance, and destruction, triple in form and quality, who shows activity in the birth of things, goodness in their continuance, and darkness in their destruction. Glory to the dust of Triambicus' feet, caressed by the diadem of the demon Banna, even that dust that kisses the circle of ravenous ten crest gems, that rests on the crests of the lords of gods and demons, and that destroys our transitory life. to Vishnu, who, resolving to strike from afar, with but a moment's glance from his wrath inflamed I stained the breast of his enemy, as if it had burst of itself in terror. I salute the lotus feet of Batsu, honored by crown mockeries, the feet which have their tawny toes rubbed on a footstool made by the united crowns of neighboring kings. Who is there that fears not the wicked, pitiless and causeless enmity, in whose mouth Calomy heart to bear is always ready as the poison of a serpent. The wicked, like fetters, echo harshly, wound deeply, and leave a scar, while the good, like jeweled anklets, ever charm the mind with sweet sounds. In a bad man gentle words sink no deeper than the throat, like nectar swallowed by Rahu. The good man bears them constantly on his heart, as Hari his pure gem. A story tender with the charm of gracious speech creates in the heart joy full of fresh interest, and it comes of itself, with native feeling, to its Lord's possession, like a fresh bride. Who is not carried captive by tales fashioned in freshness of speech, all alight with similes, and the lamps of glowing words, pleasant tales interwoven with many a contrast of words, as jasmine garlands with campak buds. There was once a Brahman, Kivara by name, sprung from the race of Vatsyana, sun throughout the world for his virtue, a leader of the good, his lotus feet were worshipped by many a Gupta, and he seemed a very portion of Brahma. On his mouth Sarasvati ever dwelt, for in it all evil was still by the Veda, it had lips purified by sacrificial cake, and a palate bitter with Soma, and it was pleasant with Smorty and Castro. In his house frightened boys, as they repeated verses of the Yeager and Samaveda, were chidden at every word by caged parrots and manas, who were thoroughly versed in everything belonging to words. From him was born Arthapathy, a lord of the twice-born, as Hyraniya Garba from the world egg, the moon from the milky ocean, or Garuda from Vinada. As he unfolded his spreading discourse day by day at dawn, new troops of pupils, intent on listening, gave him a new glory, like fresh sandalshoots fixed on the ear. With countless sacrifices adorned with gifts duly offered, having glowing Mahavara fires in their midst, and raising the sacrificial posts as their hands, he won easily, as if with a troop of elephants, the abode of the gods. He in due course obtained a son, Satrabanu, who amongst his other noble and glorious suns, all versed in krudiyan kastra, shown as crystal, like kailasa among mountains. The virtues of that noble man, reaching far and gleaming bright as a digit of the moon, yet without its spot, pierced deep even into the hearts of his foes, like the budding claws of Nrisima, Vishnu. The dark smoke of many a sacrifice rose like curls on the brow of the goddesses of the sky, or like shoots of tamala on the ear of the bride, the threefold Veda, and only made his own glory shine more bright. From him was born a sun, Bhana, when the drops that rose from the fatigue of the Soma sacrifice were wiped from his brow by the folded lotus hands of Sarasvati, and when the seven worlds had been illuminated by the rays of his glory. By that Brahman, albeit with a mind keeping even in his unspoken words its original dullness blinded by the darkness of its own utter folly, and simple from having never gained the charm of ready wit, this tail, surpassing the other two, was fashioned, even Kadambari. There was once upon a time a king named Kadraka. Like a second Indra, he had his commands honored by the bent heads of all kings, he was Lord of the earth. Gurdon by the four oceans, he had an army of neighboring chiefs bowed down in loyalty to his majesty, he had the signs of a universal emperor, like Vishnu, his lotus hand bore the sign of the conch in the kuit, like Siva, he had overcome love, like Kartikey, he was unconquerable in might, like Brahma, he had the circle of kru- विश्वावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावा� of virtue, a spring of the ambrosial sweetness of poetry, a mountain of sunrise to all his friends, and a direful comet to all his foes. He was, moreover, a founder of literary societies, a refuge for men of taste, a rejecter of haughty bowholders, a leader among the bold, a chief among the wise. He was a cause of gladness to the humble, as Venatia was to Venata. He rooted up with the point of his bow the boundary mountains of his foes as Pritharaja did the noble mountains. He mocked Krishna, also, for while the latter made his boast of his man-lion form, he himself smote down the hearts of his foes by his very name, and while Krishna wearied the universe with his three steps, he subdued the whole world by one heroic effort. Glory long dwelt on the watered edge of his sword, as if to wash off the stain of contact with a thousand base chieftains, which had clung to her too long. By the indwelling of Dharma in his mind, Yama in his wrath, Kiva in his kindness, Agni in his splendor, birth in his arm, Lakshmi in his glance, Sarasvati in his eloquence, the moon in his face, the wind in his might, Brihasbhati in his knowledge, love in his beauty, the sun in his glory, he resembled Holy Narayana, whose nature manifests every form, and who is the very essence of deity. Royal glory came to him once for all, like a woman coming to meet her lover, on the nights of battle stormy with the showers of Ikor from the Elephant's temples, and stood by him in the midst of the darkness of thousands of coats of mail, loosened from the doors of the breasts of warriors. She seemed to be drawn irresistibly by his sword, which was uneven in its edge, by reason of the drops of water forced out by the pressure of his strong hand, and which was decked with large pearls clinging to it when he clothed the frontal bones of wild elephants. The flame of his majesty burnt day and night, as if it were a fire within his foes' fair wives, albeit reft of their lords, as if he would destroy the husbands now only enshrined in their hearts. While he, having subdued the earth, was guardian of the world, the only mixing of color was in painting, the only pulling of hair and caresses, the only strict fetters in the laws of poetry, the only care was concerning moral law, the only deception was in dreams, the only golden rods were in umbrellas. Banners alone trembled, songs alone showed variations, elephants alone were rampant, bows alone had severed cords, lattice windows alone had ensnaring network, lovers disputes alone caused sending of messengers, dice and chessmen alone left empty squares, and his subjects had no deserted homes. him, too, there was only fear of the next world, only twisting in the curls of the zen and a women, only locacity in anklets, only taking the hand in marriage, only shedding of tears from the smoke of ceaseless sacrificial fires, the only sound of the lash was for horses, while the only twang of the bow was loves. When the thousand-raid sun, bursting open the young lotus buds, had not long risen, though it had lost somewhat of the pinkness of dawn, a fortress approached the king in his hall of audience, and humbly addressed him. Her form was lovely, yet awe-inspiring, and with the scimitar, a weapon rarely worn by women, hanging at her left. Side, was like a sandal-tree-girt by a snake. Her bosom glistened with rich sandallointment like the heavenly Ganges when the frontal bone of air of odd arises from its waters. The chief spent before her seemed, by her reflection on their crests, to bear her on their foreheads as a royal command in human form. Like autumn, she was robed in the whiteness of Hamsa's, like the blade of Parakurama she held the circle of kings in submission, like the forest land of the Vinyas, she bore her wand, and she seemed the very guardian goddess of the realm. Placing on the ground her lotus hand and knee, she thus spake, sire, there stands at the gate a khandala maiden from the south, a royal glory of the race of that trakankhu who climbed the sky, but fell from it at the murmur of wrathful Indra. She bears a parrot in a cage, and bids me thus hail your majesty, Sire, thou, like the ocean, art alone worthy to receive the treasures of the whole earth. In the thought that this bird is a marvel, In the treasure of the whole earth, I bring it to lay it th- विचार-विमर्शक विपाषाक साहित्य, समालोचना, कविता, अछि। विपाषाक साहित्य, समालोचना, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, not. Bid her enter, gave his permission. Then the Portress, immediately on the King's order, ushered in the Candala Maiden. And she entered and beheld the King in the midst of a thousand chiefs, like golden-peaked meru in the midst of the noble mountains crouching together in fear of Indra's thunderbolt, or, in that the brightness of the jewels scattered on his dress almost concealed his form, like a day of storm, whereon the eight quarters of the globe are covered by indris thousand bows. He was sitting on a couch studded with moon stones, beneath a small silken canopy, white as the foam of the rivers of heaven, with its four jewel-encrusted pillars joined by golden chains, and in wreath with a rope of large pearls. Many cowries with golden handles waved around him, his left foot rested on a footstool of crystal that was like the moon bent in humiliation before the flashing beauty of his countenance and was adorned by the brightness of his feet, which yet were tinged with blue from the light rays of the sapphire pavement, as though darkened by the size of his conquered foes. His breast, crimson by the rubies which shone on his throne, recalled Krishna, red with blood from the fresh slaughter of Madhikaidaba, his two silken garments, white as the foam of Ambrosia, with pairs of hams as painted in yellow on their hem, waved in the wind raised by the cowries, the fragrant sandal-onguin with which his chest was whitened, besprinkled with saffron ointment, was like snowy kylossa with the early sunshine upon it, his face was encircled by pearls like stars mistaking it. For the moon, the sapphire bracelets that clasped his arms were as a thread of chains to bind fickle fortune, or as snakes attracted by the smell of sandalwood, the lotus in his ear hung down slightly, his nose was Aquiline, his eyes were like lotuses in full blossom, the hair grew in a circle between his brows, and was purified by the waters that inaugurated his possession of universal rule, his forehead was like a piece of the eight-day moon made into a block of pure gold, garlanded with. Sweet Jasmine, like the western mountain in the dawn with the stars growing pale on its brow. He was like the god of love when struck by Sivis fire, for his body was tawny from the color of his ornaments. His handmaiden surrounded him, as if they were the goddesses of the quarters of the globe come to worship him, the earth bore him, as on her heart, through loyalty, in the reflection of his image in her clear mosaic pavement, fortune seemed as alone, though by him she was given to all to enjoy. He was without a second, though his followers were without number, he trusted only to his own sword, though he had countless elephants and horses in his retinue, he filled the whole earth, though he stood in a small space of ground, he rested only on his bow, and yet was seated on his throne, he shone with the flame of majesty, though all the fuel of his enemies was uprooted, he had large eyes, and yet saw the smallest things, he was the home of all virtues, and yet was overreaching, he was beloved of his wives, and yet was a despotic lord, he was free from intoxication, though he had an unfailing stream of bounty, he was fair in nature, yet in conduct to Krishna, he laid no heavy hand on his subjects, and yet the whole world rested in his grasp. Such was this king. And she yet afar beholding him, with a hand soft as the petal of a red lotus, and surrounded by a tinkling bracelet, and clasping the bamboo with its end jagged, struck once on the mosaic floor to arouse the king, at the sound, in a moment the whole assemblage of chiefs turned their eyes from the king to her, like a herd of wild elephants at the falling of the coconut. Then the king, with the words, look yonder, to his sweet, gazed steadily upon the candala maiden, as she was pointed out by the fortress. Before her went a man, whose hair was hoary with age, whose eyes were the color of the red lotus, whose joints, despite the loss of youth, were firm from incessant labor, whose form, though that of a Mithinga, was not to be despised, and who wore the white raiment-meat for a court. Behind her went a candala boy, with locks falling on either shoulder, bearing a cage, the bars of which, though of gold, shone like emerald from the reflection of the parrot's plumage. She herself seemed by the darkness of her hue to imitate Krishna when he guilefully assumed a woman's attire to take away the amrita seized by the demons. She was, as it were, a doll of sapphire walking alone, and over the blue garment, which reached to her ankle, there fell a veil of red silk, like विचार-विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर्विमर of rathful Siva, or like Yamuna, fleeing in fear of being drawn along by the plowshare of wild Borama, or, from the rich lac that turned her lotus feet into budding shoots, like Durga, with her feet crimsoned by the blood of the Azura Mahisha she had just trampled upon. Her nails were rosy from the pink glow of her fingers, the mosaic pavement seemed too hard for her touch, and she came forward, placing her feet like tender twigs upon the ground. The rays of her anklets, rising in flame color, seemed to encircle her as with the arms of Agni, as though, by his love for her beauty, he would purify the stain of her birth, and so set the Creator at naught. Her girdle was like the stars wreathed on the brow of the elephant of love, and her necklace was a rope of large bright pearls, like the stream of Gongad just tinged by Yamano. Like autumn, she opened her lotus eyes, eyes, like the rainy season, she had cloudy tresses, like the circle of the Malaya Hills, she was wreath with sandal, like the zodiac, she was decked with starry gems, like C.R.I., she had the fairness of a lotus in her hand, like a swoon, she entranced the heart, like a forest, she was endowed with living beauty, like the child of a goddess, she was claimed by no tribe, like sleep, she charmed the eyes. As a lotus pool in a wood is troubled by elephants, so was. She dimmed by her mathinda birth, like a spirit, she might not be touched, like a letter, she gladdened the eyes alone, like the blossoms of spring, she lacked the jottie flower, her slender waist, like the line of love's bow, could be spanned by the hands, with her curly hair, she was like the Lakshmi of the Yiksha king in Alaka. She had but reached the flower of her youth, and was beautiful exceedingly. And the king was amazed, and the thought arose in his mind, ill-placed was the labor of the Creator in producing this beauty. For if she has been created as though in mockery of her kandala form, such that all the world's wealth of loveliness is laughed to scorn by her own, why was she born in a race with which none can mate? Surely by thought alone did Prajapati create her, fearing the penalties of contact with the Methingar race, else whence this unsullied radiance, a grace that belongs not to limbs sullied by touch. Moreover, though fair in form, by the baseness of her birth, whereby she, like a Lakshmi of the lower world, is a perpetual reproach to the gods, she, lovely as she is, causes fear in Brahma, the maker of so strange a union. While the king was thus thinking the maiden, garlanded with flowers, that fell over her years, bowed herself before him with a confidence beyond her years. And when she had made her reverence and stepped on to the mosaic floor, her attendant, taking the parrot, which had just entered the cage, advanced a few steps, and, showing it to the king, said, Sire, this parrot, by name by Campaena, knows the meaning of all the castras, is expert in the practice of royal policy, skilled in tales, history, and puranas, acquainted with songs and with musical intervals. He recites and himself composes graceful and incomparable modern romances, love stories, plays, and poems, and the like. He is versed in witticisms and is an unrivaled disciple of the Vina, flute, and drum. He is skilled in displaying the different movements of dancing, dexterous in painting, very bold in play, ready in resources to calm a maiden angered in a lover's quarrel, familiar with the characteristics of elephants, horses, men, and women. He is the gem of the whole earth, and in the thought that treasures belong to thee, as pearls to the ocean, the daughter of my Lord has brought him hither to thy feet, O King. Let him be accepted as thine. Having thus said, he laid the cage before the king and retired. And when he was gone, the king of birds, standing before the king, and raising his right foot, having uttered the words, all hail, recited to the king, in a song perfect in the enunciation of each syllable and accent, a verse to this effect, the bosoms of your foeman's queens now mourn, keeping a fast of widowed solitude, bathed in salt tears, of pearl wreaths all forlorn, scorched by their sad hearts too close neighborhood. the king. Having heard it, was amazed, and joyfully addressed his minister Kumar Palada, who sat close to him on a costly golden throne, like Brihaspati in his mastery of political philosophy, aged, of noble birth, first in the circle of wise counselors, thou hast heard the bird's clear enunciation of consonants and the sweetness of his intonation. This, in the first place, is a great marvel, that he should raise a song in which the syllables are clearly separated, and there is a combination of correctness with clearness in the vowels and anionassicas. Then, again, we had something more than that, for in him, though a lower creation, are found the accomplishments, as it were, of a man, in a pleasurable art, and the course of his song is inspired by knowledge. For it was he who, with the cry, all hail, straightened his right foot and sang this song concerning me, whereas, generally, birds and beasts are only skilled in the science of fearing, eating, paring, and sleeping. This is most wonderful. And when the king had said this, kumar palata, with a slight smile, replied, Where is the wonder? For all kinds of birds, beginning with the parrot and the manna, repeat a sound once heard, as thou, O king, knowest, so it is no wonder that exceeding skill is produced either by by the efforts of men, or in consequence a perfection gained in a former birth. Moreover, they formerly possessed a voice like that of men, with clear utterance. The indistinct speech of parrots, as well as the change in elephant's tongues, arose from a curse of Agni. Hardly had he thus spoken when there arose. The blast of the midday conch, following the roar of the drum, distinctly struck at completion of the hour and announcing that the sun had reached the zenith. And hearing this, the king dismissed his band of chiefs, as the hour for bathing was at hand, and arose from his hall of audience. Then as he started, the great chiefs thronged together as they rose, tearing their silk raiment with the leafwork of their bracelets, as it fell from its place in the hurried movement. Their necklaces were swinging with the shock, the quarters of space were made tawny by showers of fragrant sandal powder and saffron scattered from their limbs in their restlessness, the bees arose in swarms from their garlands of mulady flowers, all quivering, their cheeks were caressed by the lotuses in their ears, half hanging down, their strings of pearls were trembling on their bosom's backslash, each longed in his self-consciousness to pay his respects to the king as he departed. The hall of audience was a stir on all sides with the sound of the anklets of the cowrie-bearers as they disappeared in all directions, bearing the cowries on their shoulders, their gems tinkling at every step, broken by the cry of the callahamsas, eager to drink the lotus honey, with the pleasant music of the jeweled girdles and wreaths of the dancing girls coming to pay their respects as they struck their breast in sights, with the cries of the callahamsas of the palace lake, which, charmed by the sound of the anklets, the broad steps of the hall of audience, with the voices of the tame cranes, eager for the sound of the girdles, screaming more and more with a prolonged outcry, like the scratching of bell metal, with the heavy tramp on the floor of the hall of audience struck by the feet of a hundred neighboring chiefs suddenly departing, which seemed to shake the earth like a hurricane, with the cry of, Look! From the one bearing ushers, who were driving the people in. in. Confusion before them, and shouting loudly, yet good-naturedly, behold, long and shrill, resounding far by its echo in the bowers of the palace, with the ringing of the pavement as it was scratched by the points of diadems with their projecting egrets, as the king swiftly bent till their trembling crest gems touched the ground, with the tinkling of the earrings as they rang on the hard mosaic in their owner's obeisance, with the The space-pervading din of the bards reciting auspicious verses. And coming forward with the pleasant continuous cry, Long life and victory to our king, with the hum of the bees as they rose up leaving the flowers, by reason of the turmoil of the hundreds of departing feet, with the clash of the jeweled pillars on which the gems were set jangling from being struck by the points of the bracelets as the chieftains fell hastily prostrate in their confusion. The king then dismissed the assembled chiefs, saying, rest a while, and after saying to the Candala maiden, let Vykampayana be taken into the inner apartments, and giving the order to his betel nut bearer, he went, accompanied by a few favorite princes, to his private apartments. There, laying aside his adornments, like the sun divested of his rays, or the sky bare of moon and stars, he entered the hall of exercise, where all was duly prepared. Having taken pleasant exercise therein with the princes of his own age, he then entered the bathing place, which was covered with a white canopy. नाटक आपि, सरून्दब भी विर्षाश के नाटक विपाषक रेक। नाटक विपाषक रेक। नाटक विपाषक रेक। नाटक विपाषक रेक। नाटक विपाषक रेक। नाटक विपाषक रेक। नाटक विपाषक रेक। नाटक विपाषक रेक। as if they were covered with blue cloths, from fear of the heat. Then the handmaidens, some darkened by the reflection of their emerald jars, like embodied lotuses with their leafy cups, some holding silver pitchers, like night with a stream of light shed by the full moon, duly besprinkled the king. Straightway there arose a blair of the trumpet sounded for bathing, penetrating all the hollows of the universe, accompanied by the din of song, lute, flute, drum, cymbal, and taber, resounding shrilly in diverse tones, mingled with the uproar of a multitude of bards, and cleaving the path of hearing. Then, in due order, the king put upon him. Two white garments, light as a shed-snake skin, and wearing a turban, with an edge of fine silk, pure as a fleck of white cloud, like Himalaya with the stream of the heavenly river falling upon it, he made his libation to the pitries with a handful of water, consecrated by a hymn, and then, prostrating himself before the sun, proceeded to the temple. When he had worshiped Siva, and made an offering to Agni, his limbs were anointed in the perfuming room with sandalwood, sweetened with the fragrance of saffron, camphor, and musk, the scent of which was followed by murmuring bees, he put on a chaplet of scented malady flowers, changed his garb, and, with no adornment save his jeweled earrings, he, together with the kings, for whom a fitting meal was prepared, broke his fast, with the pleasure that arises from the enjoyment of vines of. Sweet savor! Then, having drunk of a fragrant drug, rinsed his mouth, and taken his beetle, he arose from his dais, with its bright mosaic pavement. The fortress, who was close by, hastened to him, and leaning on her arm, he went to the hall of audience, followed by the attendants worthy to enter the inner apartments, whose palms were like boughs, very hard from their firm grasp of their wands. The hall showed as though walled with crystal by reason of the white silk that draped its ends, the jeweled floor was watered to coolness with sandal water, to which was added very fragrant musk, the pure mosaic was ceaselessly strewn with masses of blossoms, as the sky with its bevy of stars, many a golden pillar shone forth, purified with scented water, and decked with countless images, as though with the household gods and their niches. Allo spread its fragrance richly, the whole was. Dominated by an alcove, which held a couch white as a cloud after storm, with a flower scented covering, a pillow of fine linen at the head, casters encrusted with gems, a jeweled footstool by its side, like the peak of Himalaya to behold. Reclining on this couch, while a maiden, seated on the ground, having placed in her bosom the dagger she was wont to bear, gently rubbed his feet with a palm soft as the leaves of fresh lotuses, the king rested for a short time, and held converse on many a theme with the kings, ministers, and friends whose presence was meet for that hour. He then bade the fortress, who was at hand, to fetch Vykampiana from the women's apartments, for he had become curious to learn his story. And she, bending hand and knee to the ground, with the words, Thy will shall be done, taking the command on her head, fulfilled his bidding. Soon Vykampiana approached the king, having his cage borne by the fortress, under the escort of a herald, leaning on a gold staff, slightly bent, white-robed, wearing a top-knot silvered with age, slow in gait, and tremulous in speech, like an aged flamingo in his love for the race of birds, who, placing his palm on the ground, thus delivered his message, sire, the queen send thee word that by thy command this vicampayana has been bathed in fed, and is now brought by the fortress to thy feet. Thus speaking, he retired, and the king asked vicampayana, hast thou in the interval eaten food sufficient and to thy taste? I have drunk my fill of the juice of the jambu fruit, aromatically sweet, pink and blue as a cuckoo's eye in the gladness of spring, I have cracked the pomegranate seeds, bright as pearls with blood, which lion's claws have torn from the frontal bones of elephants. I have torn at my will old my robelins, green as lotus leaves, and sweet as grapes. But what need of further words? For everything brought by the queens with their own blood, I have drunk my fill queens with their own hands turns to ambrosia. And the king, rebuking his talk, said, Let all this cease for a while, and do thou remove our curiosity. Tell us from the very beginning the whole history of thy birth-backslash, in what country, and how worked thou born, and by whom was thy name given? Who were thy father and mother? How came thine attainment of the Vedas, and thine acquaintance? With the castras, and thy skill in the fine arts. What caused thy remembrance of a former birth? Was it a special boon given thee? Or dost thou dwell in disguise, wearing the form only of a bird, and where dits thou formerly dwell? How old art thou, and how came this bondage of a cage, and the falling into the hands of a candala maiden, and thy coming hither? Thus respectfully questioned by the king, whose curiosity was kindled, by Campaena thought a moment, and reverently replied, Sire, the tale is long, but if it is thy pleasure, let it be heard. There is a forest, by name Vinnia, that embraces the shores of the eastern and western ocean, and decks the central region as though it were the earth's zone. It is beauteous with trees watered with the icor of wild elephants, and bearing on their crests masses of white blossom that rise to the sky and vie with the stars, in it the pepper trees, bitten by ospreys in their spring gladness, spread their boughs, tamala Cloth branches trampled by young elephants fill it with fragrance, shoots in hue like the wine-flushed cheeks of Malabaris, as though rosy it would lack from the feet of wandering wood-nymphs, overshadow it. Bowers there are, too, wet with drippings from peripierced pomegranates, bowers in which the ground is covered with torn fruit and leaves shaken down by restless monkeys from the cacola trees, or sprinkled with pollen from ever-falling blossoms, or strewn with couches of clove branches by travelers, or hemden by fine coconuts, katakis, cariras, and baculas, bowers so fair that with their Erica trees gird about with beetle vines, they make a fitting home for a woodland Lakshmi. Thickly growing illice make the wood dark and fragrant, as with the icor of wild elephants, hundreds of lions, who meet their death from barbaric leaders eager to seize the pearls of the elephant's frontal bones still clinging to their mouth and claws, therein, it is fearful as the haunt of death, like the citadel of Yama, and filled with the buffaloes dear to him, like an army ready for battle, it has bees resting on its arrow trees, as the points on arrows, and the roar of the lion is. Clear as the lion cry of onset, it has rhinoceros tusks dreadful as the dagger of Durga, and like her is adorned with red sandalwood, like the story of Karnasuda, it has its Vipula, Acala and Kakka in the wide mountains haunted by hares that lie near it, as the twilight of the last eve of an aeon has the frantic dance of Blue-necked Siva, so has it the dances of Blue-necked Peacocks and bursts into crimson, as the time of churning the ocean had the glory of CRI and the tree which grants all desires, and was surrounded by sweet drafts of verena, so is it adorned by CRI trees and verena two trees. It It is densely dark as the rainy season with clouds, and decked with pools and countless hundreds, like the moon, it is always the haunt of the bears, and is the home of the deer. Like a king's palace, it is adorned by the tales of cowry deer, and protected by troops of fierce elephants. Like Durga, it is strong of nature, and haunted by the lion. Like Sita, it has its kuka, and is held by the wanderer of night. Like a maiden in love, it wears the scent of sandal and musk, and is adorned with a thilica of bright aloes, like a lady in her lover's absence, it is fanned with the wind of many a bow, and possessed of madanna, like a child's neck, it is bright with rows of tiger's claws, and adorned with a rhinoceros, like a hall of revelry with its honeyed drafts, it has hundreds of beehives visible, and is strewn with flowers. In parts it has a circle of earth torn up by the tusks of large bores, like the end of the world when the circle of the earth was lifted up by the tusks of Mahavaraha. Here, like the city of Ravana, it is filled with lofty kala inhabited by restless monkeys. Here it is, like the scene of a recent wedding, bright with fresh kukka grass, fuel, flowers, acacia, and palaka. Here, it seems to bristle in terror at the lion's roar. Here, it is vocal with kukku's wild for joy. Here it is, as if in excitement, resonant with the sound of palms in the strong wind. Here, it drops its palm leaves like a widow giving up her earrings. Here, like a field of battle, it is filled with aero-ey reeds. Here, like Indra's body, it has a thousand netras. Here, like Vishnu's form, it has the darkness of Tamalas. Here, like the banner of Arjuna's chariot, it is blazoned with monkeys. Here, like the court of an earthly king, it is hard of access. तुब बमबूज, विशार-विमर्शक रेक। विशार-विमर्शक रेक। विशार-विमर्शक रेक। विशार-विमर्शक रेक। विशार-विमर्शक रेक। विशार-विमर्शक रेक। विशार-विमर्शक रेक। विशार-विमर्शक रेक। Though adorned with sapta-parna, it yet possesses leaves innumerable, though honored by ascetics, it is yet very savage, though in its season of blossom, it is yet most pure. In that forest there is a hermitage, feigned throughout the world backslash, a very birthplace of Dharma. It is adorned with trees tended by Lopamudra as her own children, fed with water sprinkled by her own hands, and trenched round by herself. She was the wife of the great ascetic Agistia, he it was who at the prayer of Indra drank up the waters of ocean, and who, when the Vinaya mountains, by a thousand wide peaks stretching to the sky in rivalry of Meru, were striving to stop the course of the sun's chariot, and were despising the prayers of all the gods, yet had his commands obeyed by them, who digested the demon Vatapi by his inward fire, who had the dust of his feet kissed by the tips of the gold ornaments on the crests of gods. and demons, who adorned the brow of the southern region, and who manifested his majesty by casting Nahusha down from heaven by the mere force of his murmur. The hermitage is also hallowed by Lopamudra's sundered hauseyu, an ascetic, bearing his staff of Palakka, wearing a sectarial mark made of purifying ashes, clothed in strips of cuckoo grass, girt with munga, holding a cup of green leaves in his roaming from hut to hut to ascombs. From the large supply of fuel he brought, he was surnamed by his father Fuelbearer. The place is also darkened in many a spot by green parrots and by plantain groves, and is girt by the river Godavari, which, like a dutiful wife, followed the path of the ocean when drunk by Agistia. There, too, Rama, when he gave up his kingdom to keep his father's promise, dwelt happily for some time at Pankavadi with Sita, following the great ascetic Agistia, living in a pleasant hut made by Lakshmana, even Rama, the vexer of the triumphs of ravenous glory. There, even now, the trees, though the hermitage has long been empty, show, as it were, in the lines of white doves softly nestling in the boughs, the hermit's pure lines of sacrificial smoke clinging to them, and their aglow bursts forth on the shoots of creepers, as if it had passed to them from Cida's hand as she offered flowers of ablation. There the The water of ocean drunk and sent forth by the ascetic seems to have been wholly distributed among the great lakes round the hermitage, there. The wood, with its fresh foliage, shines as if its roots have been watered with the blood of countless hosts of demons struck down by Rama's many keen shafts, and as if now its palakas were stained with their crimson hue, there, even yet, the old deer nurtured by Sita, when they hear the deep roar of fresh clouds in the rainy season, think on the twang of Rama's bow penetrating all the hollows of the universe, and refused their mouthfuls of fresh grass, while their eyes are dimmed by ceaseless. Tears, as they see a deserted world, and their own horns crumbling from age, there, too, the golden deer, as if it had been incited by the rest of the forest deer slain in the ceaseless chase, deceived Sita, and led the son of Raghu Pharistre, there, too, In their grief for the bitter loss of Sita, Rama and Lakshmana seized by Kabanda, like an eclipse of sun and moon heralding the death of Ravana, filled the universe with a mighty dread, there, too, the arm of Yajnabahu. Struck off by Rama's arrow, caused fear in the saints as it lay on the ground, lest it should be the serpent form of Nahusha, brought back by Agistya's curse, there, even now, foresters behold Sita painted inside the hut by her husband to solace his bereavement, as if she were again rising from the ground in her longing to see her husband's home. Not far from that hermitage of Agistia, of which the ancient history is yet clearly to be seen, is a lotus lake called Pampa. It stands near that hermitage, as if it were a second ocean made by the creator in rivalry with Agistia, at the prompting of Varna, wrathful at the drinking of ocean, it is like the sky fallen on earth to bind together the fragments of the eight quarters when severed in the day of doom. It is, indeed, a peerless home of waters, and its depth and extent none can tell. There, even now, the wanderer may see pairs of Kakravaka's, with their wings turned to blue by the gleam of the blossoming lotuses, as if they were swallowed up by the impersonate curse of Rama. On the left bank of that lake, and near a clump of palms broken by Rama's arrows, was a large old Kalmali tree. It shows as though it were enclosed in a large trench, because its roots are always encircled by a tree. नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक � cover its whole trunk and stand out like the thick veins of old age. Thorns have gathered on its surface like the moles of old age. Not even the thick clouds by which its foliage is bedued can behold its top, when, after drinking the waters of ocean, they return from all sides to the sky, and pause for a moment, weary with their load of water, like birds amongst its boughs. From its great height, it seems to be on tiptoe to look at the glory of the Nindina its topmost branches are whitened by cotton, which men might mistake for foam dropped from the corners of their mouths by the sun's steeds as, beset with weariness of their path through the sky, they come near it in their coarse overhead. It has a root that will last for an aeon, for, with the garland of drunken bees sticking to the icor which clings to it where the cheeks of woodland elephants are rubbed. Against it, it seems to be held motionless by iron chains. It It seems alive with swarms of bees, flashing in and out of its hollow trunk. It beholds the alighting of the wings of birds, as Duryodhana receives proofs of Kikuni's partisanship. Like Krishna, it is encircled by a woodland chaplet, like a mass of fresh clouds its rising is seen in the sky. It is a temple whence woodland goddesses can look out upon the whole world. It is the king of the Dandaka wood, the leader of the lordly trees, the friend of of India mountains, and it seems to embrace with the arms of its boughs the whole Vindya forest. There, on the edge of the boughs, in the center of the crevices, amongst the twigs, in the joints of the trunks, in the holes of the rotten bark, flocks of parrots have taken their abode. From its spaciousness, they have confidently built in it their thousand nests, from its steepness, they have come to it fearlessly from every quarter. Though Though its leaves are thin with age, this lord of the forest still looks green with dense foliage, as they rest upon it day and night. In it they spend the nights in their own nests, and daily, as they rise, they form lines in the sky, they show in heaven like Yamuna with her wide stream scattered by the tossing of Bala's plowshare in his passion, they suggest a lotus bed of the heavenly Ganges flowing away, uprooted by the elephant of heaven, they show forth the sky-streaked, as it with the brightness of the steeds of the sun's chariot. They wear the semblance of a moving floor of emerald, they stretch out in the lake. Of heaven-like long twines of Valesniria, they fan the faces of the quarters wearied with the mass of the sun's keen rays, with their wings spread against the sky like plantain leaves, they form a grassy path stretching through the heaven, and as they roam they grace the firmament with a rainbow. After their meal they return to the young birds which stay in the nest, and give them, From beaks pink as tiger's claws reddened with the blood of slain deer, the juice of fruits and many a dainty morsel of rice clusters, for by their deep love to their children all their other likings are subdued, then they spend the night in this same tree with their young under their wings. Now my father, who by reason of his great age barely dragged on his life, dwelt with my mother in a certain old hollow, and to him I was, by the decree of fate, born as his only son. My mother, overcome by. The pains of childbirth when I was born, went to another world, and, in spite of his grief for the death of his loved wife, my father, from love to his child, checked the keen onrush of his sorrow, and devoted himself in his loneliness wholly to my nurture. From his great age, the wide wings he raised had lost their power of flight, and hung loose from his shoulders, so that when he shook them he seemed to be trying to shake off the painful old age that clung to his body, while his few remaining tail feathers were broken like a tatter of cuckoo grass, and yet, though he was unable to wander far, he gathered up bits of fruit torn down by parrots and fallen at the foot of the tree, and picked up grains of rice from rice stalks that had fallen from. Other nests, with a beak the point of which was broken and the edge worn away and rubbed by breaking rice clusters, and pink as the stalk of the cephalic of flower when still hard, and he daily made his own meal on what I left. But one day I heard a sound of the tumult of the chase. The moon, reddened by the glow of dawn, was descending to the shore of the western ocean, from the island of the heavenly Ganges, like an old hamster with its wings reddened by the the honey of the heavenly lotus bed, the circumvigated विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। blood, or pink as sticks of burning lac, the cluster of the seven sages was, as it were, descending the bank of the Manasa Lake, and rested on the northern quarter to worship the dawn, the western ocean was lifting a mass of pearls, scattered from open shells on its shore, as though the stars, melted by the sun's rays, had fallen on it, whitening the surface of its alluvial islands. The wood was dropping dew, its peacocks were awake, its lions were yawning, its wild elephants were wakened by herds of she-elephants, and it, with its boughs raised like reverential hands, sent up towards the sun, as he rested on the peak of the eastern mountain, a mass of flowers, the filaments of which were heavy with the night dews. The lines of sacrificial smoke from the hermitages, gray as the hair of an ass, were gleaming like banners of holiness, and rested like doves on the treetops whereon the woodnips dwelt. The morning breeze was blowing, and roamed softly, for it was weary at the end of night, it gladdened swarms of bees by the flowers' perfume, it rained showers of honey dew from the open lotuses, it was eager to teach the dancing creepers with their waving boughs, it carried drops of foam from the rumination of woodland buffaloes, it removed the perspiration of the weary mountaineers, it shook the lotuses, and bore with it the dewdrops. The bees, who ought to be the drums on the elephant's frontal bones to recite auspicious songs for the wakening of the day lotus groves, now send up their hum from the hearts of the night lotus's, as their wings were clogged in the closing petals. The deer of the wood had the markings on their breast, gray with resting on the salt ground, and slowly opened eyes, the pupils of which were still squinting with the remains of sleep, and were caught by the cool morning breeze as if their eyelashes were held together by heated lack, foresters were hastening hither and thither, the din of the callahamsas on the Pample Lake, sweet to the ear, was now beginning, the pleasant flapping of the wild elephants ears breaking forth caused the peacocks to dance, in time the sun himself slowly arose, and wandered among the treetops round the Pample Lake, and haunted the mountain peaks, with rays of matter, like a mass of cowries bending downwards from the sun's elephant as he plunges into the sky, though. Flash light sprung from the sun banished the stars, falling on the wood like the monkey king who had again lost Tara, the morning twilight became visible quickly, occupying the eighth part of the day, and the sun's light became clear. The troops of parrots had all started to the places they desired, that tree seemed empty by reason of the great stillness, though it had all the young parrots resting quietly in their nests. My father was still in his own nest, and I, as from my youth my wings were hardly fledged and had no strength, was close to him in the hollow, when I suddenly heard in that forest the sound of the tumult of the chase. It terrified every woodland creature, it was drawn out by a sound of birds wings flying hastily up, it was mingled with cries from the frightened young elephants, it was increased by the hum of drunken bees, disturbed on the shaken creepers, it was loud with the The noise of wild boars roaming with raised snouts, it was swollen by the roar of lions waken from their sleep in mountain caves, it seemed to shake the trees, and was great as the noise of the torrents of Ganges, when brought down by. Badgerotha, and the woodland nymphs listened to it in terror. When I heard this strange sound I began to tremble in my childishness, the cavity of my ear was almost broken, I shook for fear, and thinking that my father, who was close by, could help me, I crept within his wings, loosened as they were by age. Straightway I heard an outcry of, hence comes the scent of the lotus beds the leaders of the elephants have trampled. Hence the perfume of rushes the boars have chewed. Hence the keen fragrance of gummolibinum the young elephants have divided. Hence the rustling of dry leaves shaken down. Hence the dust of ant heaps that the horns of wild buffaloes have cleft like thunderbolts. Hence came a herd of deer. Hence a troop of wild elephants. Hence a band of wild boars. Hence a multitude of wild buffaloes. Hence the shriek of a circle of peacocks. Hence the murmur of partridges. Hence the cry of ospreys. the groan of elephants with their frontal bones torn by lion's claws. This is a boar's path stained with fresh mud. This a mass of foam from the rumination of deer, darkened by the juice of mouthfuls of grass. नादक आजि। earth crimson with the blood of the newly born offspring of the does, that is the path, like a widow's braid, darkened with the eye-core of the Lord of the herd wandering at his will. Follow this row of yak straight before us. Quickly occupy this part of the wood where the dung of the deer is dried. Climb the treetop. Look out in this direction. Listen to this sound. Take the bow. Stand in your places. slipped the hounds. The wood trembled at the tumult of the hosts of men intent on the chase shouting to each other and concealed in the hollows of the trees. Then that wood was soon shaken on all sides by the roar of lions struck by the cabaret's arrows, deepened by its echo rebounding from the hollows of the mountains, and strong as the sound of a drum newly oiled, by the roar from the throats of the elephants that led the herd, like the growl of thunder, and mixed with the ceaseless lashing of their trunks, as they came on alone, separated from the frightened herd, by the piteous cry of the deer, with their tremulous, terrified eyes, when they hound suddenly tore their limbs, by the yell of she-elephants lengthening in grief for the death of their lord and leader, as they wandered every way with ears raised ever pausing to listen to the din, bereft of their slain leaders and followed by their young, by the bellowing of Shirinoceroses seeking without stretch next their young, only born a few days before, and now lost in the panic, by the outcry of birds flying from the treetops, and wandering in. Confusion, by the tramp of herds of deer with all the haste of limbs made for speed, seeming to make the earthquake as it was struck simultaneously by their hurrying feet, by the twang of bows drawn to the ear, mingled, as they reigned their arrows, with the cry from the throats of the loving she-ospries, by the clash of swords with their blades whizzing against the wind and falling on the strong shoulders of buffaloes, and by the baying of the hounds which, as it was suddenly sent forth, penetrated all the recesses of the wood. When soon afterwards the noise of the chase was stilled and the wood had become quiet, like the ocean when its water was stilled by the ceasing of the churning, or like a mass of clouds silent after the rainy season, I felt less of fear and became curious, and so, moving a little from my father's embrace, I stood in the hollow, stretched out my neck, and with eyes that, from my childishness, were yet tremulous with fear. In my eagerness to see what this thing was, I cast my glance in that. Direction Before me I saw the cabra army come out from the wood like the stream of Nirmada tossed by Arjuna's thousand arms, like a wood of of tamalas stirred by the wind, like all the nights of the dark fortnight rolled into one, like a solid pillar of antimony shaken by an earthquake, like a grove of darkness disturbed by sunbeams, like the followers of death roaming, like the demon world that had burst open hell and risen up, like a crowd of evil deeds come together, like a caravan of curses of the many hermits dwelling in the Dandaka forest, like all the hosts Dashana and Kara struck by Rama as he reigned his ceaseless shafts, and they turned into demons for their hatred to him, like the whole confraternity of the Iron Age come together, like a band of buffaloes prepared for a plunge into the water, like a mass of black clouds broken by a blow from a lion's paw as he stands on the mountain peak, like a throng of meteors risen for the destruction of all form, it darkened the wood, it numbered many thousands, It inspired great dread, it was like a multitude of demons pretending disasters. And in the midst of that great host of cabras I beheld the cabra leader, Muthinga by name. He was yet an early youth, from his great hardness he seemed made of iron, he was like a clovia in another birth, from his growing beard, he was like a young royal elephant with its temples encircled by its first line of icor, he filled the wood with beauty that streamed from him somber as dark lotus's, like the waters of Yamuna, he had thick locks curled at the ends and hanging on his shoulders, like a lion with its mane stained by elephant's icor, his brow was broad, his nose was stern and aquiline, his left side shone reddened by the faint pink rays of a jeweled snake's hood that was made the ornament for one of his ears, like the glow of shoots that had clung to him from his resting on a leafy couch, he was perfumed with fragrant icor, bearing the scent of sep... विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। He was marked with lines of perspiration on his cheek rubbed by his hand, as if in the forest, being conquered by his strong arm, were timidly offering homage under the guise of its slender waving twigs, and he seemed to tinge space by his eye somewhat pink, as if it were bloodshot, and shedding a twilight of the night of doom for the deer. He had mighty arms reaching to his knees, as if the measure of an elephant's trunk had been taken in making them, and his. were rough with scars from keen weapons often used to make an offering of blood to Kali, the space round his eyes was bright and broad as the Vindhya mountain, and with the drops of dried deer's blood clinging on it, and the marking of drops of perspiration, as if they were adorned by large pearls from an elephant's frontal bone mixed with pinja fruit. His chest was scarred by constant and ceaseless fatigue, he was clad in a silk dress red with cochineal, and with his With strong legs he mocked a pair of elephants post-stained with elephants' icor, he seen from his causeless fierceness to have been marked on his dread brow by a frown that formed three banners, as if Durga, propitiated by his great devotion, had marked him with a trident to denote that he was her servant. He was accompanied by hounds of every color, which were his familiar friends, they showed their weariness by tongues that, dry as they were, seen by their natural pinkness to drip deer's blood, and which hung down far from tiredness, as their mouths were open they raised the corners of their lips and showed their flashing teeth clearly, like a lion's mane caught between the teeth, their throats were covered with strings of cowries, and they were hacked by blows from the large boar's tusks. Though but small, from their great strength they were like lion's cubs with their manes ungrown, they were skilled in initiating the dozen widowhood, with them came their wives, very large, like lionesses coming to beg an amnesty for the lions. He was surrounded by troops of cabras of all kinds, some had seized elephants tusks and the long hair of yaks, some had vessels for honey made of leaves closely bound, some, like lions, had hands filled with many a pearl from the frontal bones of elephants, some, like demons, had pieces of raw flesh, some, like goblins, were carrying the skins of lions, some like Jain ascetics, held peacocks' tails, some like children, wore crow's feathers, some represented Krishna's exploits by Beringa. Elephants tusks they had torn out, some like the days of the rainy season, had garments dark as clouds. He had his sword sheath, as a wood its rhinoceroses, like a fresh cloud, he held a bow bright as peacock's tails, like the demon Vaka, He possessed a pureless army, like Garuda, he had torn out the teeth of many large Nagas, he was hostile to peacocks, as Bhishma to Sikhandi, like a summer day, he always showed a thirst for deer, like a heavenly genius, he was impetuous in pride, as Vyasa followed Yajna Gandha, so did he follow the musk deer, like Katataka, he was dreadful in form, as though. Laksavuma were decked with Siva's moon, so as he adorned with the eyes and the peacock's tails, as the demon Hraniakassapu by Mahavaraha, so he had his breast torn by the teeth of a great boar, like an ambitious man, he had a train of captives around him, like a demon, he loved the hunters, like the gamut of song, he was closed in by Nishadas, like the trident of Durga, he was wet with the blood of buffaloes, though quite young, he had seen many lives pass, though he had many hounds, he lived on roots and fruits, though of Krishna's hue, he was not good to look on, though he wandered at will, his mountain fort was his only refuge, though he always lived at the foot of a lord of earth, he was unskilled in the service of a king. He was as the child of the Vindya mountains, the partial avatar of death, the born brother of wickedness, the essence of the Iron Age, horrible as he was, he yet inspired awe by reason of his natural greatness, and his form could not be surpassed. His name I afterwards learnt. In my mind was this thought, Ah, the life of these men is full of folly, and their career is blamed by the good. For their one religion is offering human flesh to Durga, their meat, meat, and so forth, is a meal loathed by the good, their exercise is the chase, their castra is the cry of the jackal, their teachers of good and evil are owls, their knowledge is skill in birds, their bosom friends are dogs, their kingdom is in deserted woods, their feast is a drinking bout, their friends are the bows that work their cruel deeds, and arrows, with their heads विश्मिर्ड, लिक स्नेक्स, विश्मिर्ड, आर देर। Helpers, their song is what draws unbewildered deer, their wives are the wives of others taken captive, their dwelling is with savage tigers, their worship of the gods is with the blood. Of beasts, their sacrifice with flesh, their livelihood by theft, the snake's hood is their ornament, their cosmetic elephants' eye-core, and the very wood wherein they may dwell is utterly destroyed root and branch. As I was thus thinking, the cabra leader, desiring to rest after his wandering through the forest, approached, and, laying his bow in the shade beneath that very cotton tree, sat down on a seat of twigs gathered hastily by his sweet. Another youthful cabra, coming down hastily, brought to him from the lake, when he had stirred its waters with his hand, some water aromatic with lotus pollen, and freshly plucked bright lotus fibers with their mud washed off. The water was like liquid lapis lazuli, or showed as if it were painted with a piece of sky fallen from the heat of the sun's rays in a day of doom, or had dropped from the moon's orb, or were a mass of melted pearl, or as if in its great purity it was frozen into ice, and could only be distinguished from it by touch. After drinking it, the cabra in turn devoured the lotus fibers, as Rahu does the moon's minutes, when he was rested he rose, and, followed by all his host, who had satisfied their thirst, he went slowly to his desired goal. But one old cabra from that barber's troupe had got no deer's flesh, and, with a demonic expression coming into his face in his desire for meat, he lingered a short time by that tree. As soon as the cabra leader had vanished, that old cabra, with eyes pink as drops of blood and terrible with their overhanging tawny brows, drank in, as it were, our lives, he seemed to reckon up the number in the parrot's nests like a falcon eager to taste birds' flesh, and looked up the tree from its foot, wishing to climb it. The parrot seemed to have drawn their last breath at that very moment in their terror at the sight of him. For what is hard for the pitiless? So he climbed the tree easily and without effort, as if by ladders, though it was as high as many palms, and the tops of its boughs swept the clouds and plucked the young parrots from among its boughs one by one, as if they were its fruit, for some were not yet strong for flight, some were only a few days old, and were pink with the down of their birth, so that they might almost be taken for cotton flowers, some, with their wings just sprouting, were like fresh lotus leaves, some were like them. A scleepy as fruit, some, with their beaks growing red, had the grace of lotus buds with their heads rising pink from slowly unfolding leaves, while some, under the guise of the ceaseless motion of their heads, seemed to try to forbid him, though they could not stop him, for he slew them and cast them on the ground. But my father, seeing on a sudden this great, destructive, remedyless, overwhelming calamity that had come on us, trembled doubly, and, with pupils quivering and wandering from fear of death, cast all round a glance that grief had made vacant and tears had dimmed, His palate was dry, and he could not help himself, but he covered me with his wing, though its joints were relaxed by fear, and bethought himself of what help could avail at such a moment. Swade wholly by love, bewildered how to save me, and puzzled what to do, he stood, holding me to his breast. That miscreant, however, wandering among the boughs, came to the entrance of the hollow, and stretched out his left arm, dreadful as the body of an old black snake, with its hand-readelent of the raw fat of many boars, and its forearm marked with wheels from ceaseless drawing of the bow-strings, like the wand of death, and though my father gave many a blow with his beak, and moaned piteously, that murderous wretch dragged him down and slew him. Me, however, he somehow did not notice, though I was within the wings, from my being small and curled into a ball from fear, and from my not having lived my faded life, but he run my father's neck and threw him dead upon the ground. Meanwhile I, with my neck between my father's feet, clinging quietly to his breast, fell with him, and, from I having some faded life yet to live, I found that I had fallen on a large mass of dry leaves, heaped together by the wind, so that my limbs were not broken. While the cabaret was getting down from the treetop, I left my father, like a heartless. Wretch, though I should have died with him. But from my extreme youth, I knew not the love that belongs to a later age, and was wholly swayed by the fear that dwells in us from birth. I could hardly be seen from the likeness of my color to the fallen leaves. I tottered along with the help of my wings, which were just beginning to grow, thinking that I had escaped from the jaws of death, and came to the foot of a very large tamala tree. विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्ना विश्न Father. Then the cabra came down and gathered up the tiny parrot scattered on the ground, he bound them hastily in a basket of leaves with a coil of creepers, and going off with hasty steps by the path trodden by his leader, he made for that region. I meanwhile had begun to hope for life, but my heart was dried up with grief for my father's recent death, my body was in pain for my long fall, and I was possessed by a violent thirst, caused by fright, which tortured all my limbs. Then I thought, the villain has now gone some way, so I lifted my head a little and gazed around with eyes tremulous with fear, thinking even when a blade of grass moved that the wretch was coming back. I watched him go step by step, and then, leaving the root of the tamala tree, I made a great effort to creep near the water. My steps were feeble, because my wings were not yet grown, and again and again I fell on my face, I supported myself on one wing, I was weak with the weariness of creeping along the ground, and from my want of practice, after each step I always lifted my head and panted hard, and as I crept along I became gray with dust. Truly even in the hardest trials, I reflected, living creatures never become careless of life. Nothing in this world is dearer to all created beings than life, seeing that when my honored father, well-chosen name, is dead, I still live with senses unimpaired. Shame on me that I should be so pitiless, cruel, and ungrateful. For my life goes on shamefully in that the grief of my father's death is so easily born. I regard no kindness, truly my heart is vile. I have even forgotten how, when my mother died, my father restrained his bitter grief, and from the day of my birth, old as he was, reckoned lightly in his deep love the great toil of bringing me up with every care. And yet in a moment I have forgotten how I was watched over by him. Most vile is this breath of mine which goes not straightway forth to follow my father on his path, my father, that was so good to me. Surely there is none that thirst of life does not harden, if the longing for water can make me take trouble in my present plight. Methinks this idea of drinking water is purely hardness of heart, because I think lightly of the grief of my father's death. Even now the lake is still far off. For the cry of the Callaheimces, like the anklets of a water nymph, is still far away, the cranes' notes are yet dim, the scent of the lotus bed comes rarely through the space it creeps through, because the distance is great, noontide is hard to bear, for the sun is in the midst of heaven, and scatters with his rays of blazing heat, unceasing, like fiery dust, and makes my thirst worse, the earth with its hot thick dust is hard to tread, my limbs are unable to go even a little way, for they are weary with excessive thirst, I am not master of myself, my heart sinks, my eyes are darkened. Oh that pitiless fate would now bring that death which yet I desire not. Thus I thought, but a great ascetic named Jabali dwelt in a hermitage not far from the lake, and his son Harita, a youthful hermit, was coming down to the Lotus Lake. To Bath He, like the son of Brahma, had a mind purified with all knowledge. He was coming by the very path where I was with many holy youths of his own age, like a second son, his form was hard to see from its great brightness. He seemed to have dropped from the rising sun, and to have limbs fashioned from lightning and a shape painted with molten gold, he showed the beauty of a wood on fire, or of day with its early sunlight, by reason of the clear tawny splendor of his form flashing out, he had. Thick matted locks hanging on his shoulders read as heated iron, and pure with sprinkling for many a sacred pool, his top knot was bound as if he were Agni in the false guise of a young Brahmin in his desire to burn the Kandava wood, he carried a bright crystal rosary hanging from his right ear, like the anklets of the goddesses of the hermitage, and resembling the circle of Dharma's commandments, made to turn aside all earthly joys, he adorned his brow with a tripundraka mark in ashes, as if. With threefold truth, he laid his left hand on a crystal picture with its neck held ever upwards as if to look at the path to heaven, like a crane gazing upwards to the sky, विचार-विमर्च्डिंग आछि। a deer from the hermitage, still bearing the clay of the bathing place dug up by its horns, quite at home with the hermits, fed on mouthfuls of rice, and letting its eyes wander on all sides to the cuka grass flowers and creepers. Like a tree, he was covered with soft bark, like a mountain, he was surrounded by a girdle, like Rahu, he had often tasted soma, like a day lotus bed, he drank the sun's rays, Like a tree by the river's side, his tangled locks were pure with ceaseless washing, like a young elephant. His teeth were white as pieces of moon lotus petals, like drowning, he had Kripa ever with him, like the zodiac, he was adorned by having the hide of the dappled deer, like a summer day, he was free from darkness. Like the rainy season, he had a laid the blinding dust of passion, like Varana, he dwelt on the waters, like Krishna, he had banished the fear of hell, like the beginning of twilight, he had eyes tawny as the glow of dawn, like early morn, he was gilded with fresh sunlight, like the chariot of the sun, he was controlled in his course, like a good king, he brought to not the secret guiles of the foe, like the ocean, his temples were cavernous with meditation, like Badgeratha, he had often beheld the descent of Ganges, like a bee, he had often tasted life in a water and girt wood, though a woodsman, he yet entered a great home, though unrestrained, he longed for release, though intent on works of peace, he bore the rod, though asleep, he was yet awake, though with two well-placed eyes, he had his sinister eye abolished. Such was he who approached the lotus lake to bathe. Now the mind of the good is everworn to be compassionate and kind instinctively. Wherefore he, seeing my plight, was filled with pity, and said to another young ascetic standing this little half-fledged parrot has somehow fallen from the top of that tree or perhaps from a hawk's mouth. For owing to his long fall, he has hardly any life left, his eyes are closed, and he ever falls on his face and pants violently, and opens his beak, nor can he hold up his neck. Come, then, take him before his breath deserts him. Carry him to the water. So saying, he had me taken to the edge of the lake, and, coming there, he laid down his staff and picture near the water, and, taking me himself, just when I had given up all effort, he lifted up my head, and with his finger made me drink a few drops of water, and when I had been sprinkled with water and had gained fresh breath, he placed me in the cool witch shade of a fresh lotus leaf growing on the bank, and went through the wanted rites of bathing. After that, he purified himself by often holding his breath and murmuring the cleansing Agamarshana, and then he arose and, with a praised face, made an offering to the sun with freshly plucked red lotuses in a cup of lotus leaves. Having taken a pure white robe, so that he was like the glow of evening sunlight accompanied by the moon's radiance, he rubbed his hair with his hands till it shone, and, followed by the band of ascetic youths, with their hair yet wet from recent bathing, he took me and went slowly towards the penance grove. And after going but a short way, I beheld the penance grove, hidden in thick woods rich in flowers and fruit. Its precincts were filled by munis entering on all sides, followed by pupils murmuring the Vedas, and bearing fuel, cuckoo grass, flowers, and earth. There the sound of the filling of the pitchers was eagerly heard by the peacocks. There appeared, as it were, a bridge to heaven under the guise of smoke waving to exalt to the gods the muni race while yet in the body by fire satisfied with the ceaseless offering of ghee. All round were tanks with their waves traversed by lines of sunbeams stainless as though from contact with the hermits they rested upon, plunged into by the circle of the seven rishis who had come to see their penance, and, lifting by night an open moon-lotus bed, like a cluster of constellations descending to honor the rishis, the hermitage received homage from woodland creepers with their tops bent by the wind, and from trees with their ever-falling blossoms, and was worshiped by trees with the unjali of interlaced boughs, parched grain was scattered in the yards round the huts, and a fruit of the myrobilin, lovali, jujube, banana, bread tree, mango, canesa, and palm-pressed ar... नाद कविपाशक नाद कविपाशक नाद कविपाशक नाद कविपाशक नाद कविपाशक नाद कविपाशक नाद कविपाशक नाद कविपाशक नाद कविपाशक नाद कविपाशक नाद कविपाशक नाद कविपाशक नाद कविपाशक नाद कविपाशक नाद कविपा� sacrifice was fanned by the tales of their friends the peacocks, the sweet scent of the ablation prepared with nectar, the fragrance of the half-cooked sacrificial cake was spread around, the crackling of flames in the offering of a stream of unbroken libations made the place resonant, a host of guests was waited upon, the pitries were honored, Vishnu, Siva, and Brahma were worshipped. The performance of Krata rites was taught, the science of sacrifice explained, the The castors of right conduct examined, good books of every kind recited, and the meaning of the castors pondered. Leafy huts were being begun, quartz smeared with paste, and the inside of the hut scrubbed. Meditation was being firmly grasped, mantras duly carried out, yoga practiced, and offerings made to woodland deities. Bramanical girdles of mungergrass were being made, bark garments washed, fuel brought, Peer skin's decked, grass gathered, lotus seed dried, rosary strung, and bamboo's laid in order for future need. Wandering aesthetics received hospitality, and pitchers were filled. Their defilement is found in the smoke of the ablations, not in evil conduct, redness of face and parrots, not in angry men, sharpness in blades of grass, not in dispositions, wavering in plantain leaves, not in mines, red eyes and cuckoos alone, clasping of necks with pitchers only, binding of girdles and vows, not in quarrels, pack chapada and cocks, not in scientific discussions, wandering and making the sunwise turn round the soma fire, but not error in the castras, mention of the Vasu's inn. LEGENDS, BUT. Not longing for wealth, counting of beads for Rudra, but no account made of the body, loss of locks by the saints in the practice of sacrifice, but not loss of their children by death, and as I looked on him I thought, ah, how great is the power of penance. His form, calm as it is, yet pure as molten gold, overpowers, like lightning, the brightness of the eye with its brilliance. Though ever tranquil, it inspires fear at first approach by its inherent majesty. The splendor of even those ascetics who have practiced but little asceticism is want to be easily provoked, like fire swiftly falling on dry reeds, coca grass, or flowers. How much more, then, that of holy men like these, whose feet are honored by the whole world, whose stains are worn away by penance, who look with divine insight on the whole earth as if it were a myroblan in a hand, and who purge away all sin. For even the mention of a great sage has its reward, much more than the sight of him. Happy is the hermitage where dwells this king of Brahmins. Nay, rather, happy is the whole world in being trodden by him who is the very Brahma of earth. Truly these sages enjoy the reward of their good deeds in that they attend him day and night with no other duty, hearing holy stories and ever fixing on him their steady gaze, as if he were another Brahma. He is Sarasvati, who, encircled by his shining teeth, and ever enjoying the nearness of his lotus mouth, dwells in his serene mind, with its unfathomable depths and its full stream of tenderness, like a hamsa on the Manasa Lake. The four Vedas, that have long dwelt in the four lotus mouths of Brahma, find here their best and most fitting home. All the sciences, which became turbid in the rainy season of the Iron Age, become pure when they reach Him, as rivers coming to autumn. Of a shurdi, holy Dharma, having taken up his abode here after quelling the riot of the Iron Age, no longer cares to recall the Golden Age. Heaven, seeing earth trodden by Him, no longer takes pride in being dwelt in by the seven rishis. How bold is old age, which fears not to fall on His thick matted locks, moon-beam pale as they are, and hard to gaze on as the rays of the sun of doom. For it falls on him as Ganges, white with flecks of foam, on Siva, or as an offering of milk on Agni. Even the sun's rays keep far from the penance grove, as if terrified by the greatness of the saint whose hermitage is darkened by the thick smoke of many in ablation. These These fires, too, for love of Him, receive ablations purified by hymns. तो विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। In his support the world stands firm. He is the stream of sympathy, the bridge over the ocean of transient existence, and the home of the waters of patience, the axe for the glades of the creepers of desire, the ocean of the nectar of content, the guide in the path of perfection, the mountain behind which sets the planet of ill, the root of the tree of endurance, the nave of the wheel of wisdom, the staff of the banner of righteousness, the holy place for the descent of all knowledge, the submarine fire of the ocean of craving, the touchstone of the jewels of the castras, the consuming flame of the buds of passion, the charm against the snake of wrath, the sun to dispel the darkness of delusion, the binder of the bolts of hell's gates, the native home of noble deeds, the temple of propitious rites, the forbidden ground for the degradation of passion, the signpost to the paths of good, the birthplace of holiness, the felly of the wheel of effort, the abode of strength, the foe of the iron age, the treasury of penance, the friend of truth, the native soil of sincerity, the source of the heaping up of merit, the closed gate for envy, the foe of calamity. Truly he is one in whom disrespect can find no place, for he is a verse from pride, unclaimed by meanness, unenslaved by wrath and unattracted by pleasure. Purely by the grace of this holy man the hermitage is free from envy and calm from enmity. Great is the power of a noble soul. Here, ceasing their constant feud, the very animals are quiet and learn the joy of a hermitage life. For here a snake, weary by the sun, fearlessly enters, as if into fresh grass, into the peacock's tail, like an interwoven grove of open lotuses, with its hundred-beautyous eyes, changing in hue as the eyes of a deer. Here a young antelope, leaving his mother, makes friends with the lion cubs whose manes are not yet grown, and drinks at the bounteous breast of the lioness. Here a lion closes his eyes, and is pleased to have his moon-white mane pulled by the young elephants that mistake it for lotus fibers. Here the monkey tribe loses its capriciousness and brings fruit to the young munus after their bath. There Where the elephants, too, though excited, are tender-hearted, and do not drive away by their flapping the bees that dwell round their frontal bones, and stay motionless to drink their icor. But what need of more? There even the senseless trees, with roots and fruits, clad in bark, and adorned with outer garments of black antelope skin perpetually made for them by the upward creeping lines of sacrificial smoke, seem like fellow ascetics of this holy man. How much more, then, living beings, endowed with sense. And while I was thus thinking, Harita placed me somewhere in the shade of the Akoka tree, and embracing his father's feet and saluting him, sat down not far from him on a seat of Kukagrass. But the hermits, looking on me, asked him as he rested, whence was this little parrot brought? When I went hence to bathe, replied he, I found this little parrot fallen from its nest in a tree on the bank of the lotus lake, faint with the heat, lying in hot dust, and shaken by the fall, with little life left in him. And as I could not replace him in his nest, for that tree was too hard for an ascetic to climb, I brought him hither in pity. So, while his wings are not grown, and he cannot fly into the sky, let him live in the hollow of some hermitage tree, fed on the juice of fruits and on handfuls of rice brought to him by us and by the young hermits. it is the law of our order to protect the weak. But when his wings are grown, and he can fly into the sky, he shall go where he likes. Or perhaps, when he knows us well, he will stay here. The holy Jabali, hearing this and other remarks about me, with some curiosity bent his head slightly, and, with a very calm glance that seemed to purify me with holy waters, he gazed long upon me, and then, looking again and again as if he were beginning to recognize me," said, he is reaping the fruit of his own ill-conduct. For by the potency of penance the saint with divine insight beholds the past, present, and future, and sees the whole world as though placed on the palm of his hand. He knows past births. He tells things yet to come. He declares the length of days of beings within His sight. At these words the whole assemblage of hermits, aware of His power, became curious to know what was my crime, and why committed, and where, and who I was in a former birth, and implored the saint, saying, Vauchsaif, sir, to tell us of what kind of misconduct He is reaping the fruits. Who was He in a former birth, and how was He born in the form of a bird? How is He named? Do thou satisfy our curiosity, for thou art the fountainhead of all marvels. Thus urged by the assemblage, the great saint replied, The story of this wonder is very long, the day is almost spent, our bathing time is near, while the hour for worshiping the gods is passing. Arise, therefore, let each perform his duties as his meat. In the afternoon, after your meal of roots and fruits, when you are resting quietly, I will tell you the whole story from beginning to end backslash, who he is, what he did in another birth, and how he was born in this world. Meanwhile, let him be refreshed with food. He will certainly recall, as it were, the vision of a dream when I tell the whole story of his former birth. So saying, he arose, and with the hermits bathed and performed their other daily duties. The day was now drawing to a close. When the hermits rose from their bathing, and were offering a sacrifice, the sun and the sky seemed to bear upwards before our eyes the offering cast on the ground, with its omen of red sandalwood. Then his glow faded and vanished, the effluence of his glory was drunk by the ashmapas with faces raised and eyes fixed on his orb, as if they were ascetics, and he glided from the sky-pink as a dove's foot, drawing in his rays as though to avoid touching the seven rishis as they rose. His orb, with its network of crimson rays reflected on the western ocean, was like the lotus of Vishnu on his couch of waters pouring forth nectar, his beams, forsaking the sky and deserting the lotus groves, lingered at eve-like birds on the crest of hill and tree, the splashes of crimson light seemed for a moment to deck the trees with the red-bark garments hung up by the ascetics. And when the thousand-rayed sun had gone to rest, twilight sprang up like rosy coral from the western ocean. Then the hermitage became the home of quiet thought, as the pleasant sound of milking the sacred cows arose in one quarter, and the fresh cuckoo grass was scattered on the altar of Agni, and the rice and ablations to the goddesses of space were tossed hither and thither by the hermitage maidens. And red-starred eaves seemed to the hermits as the red-eyed cow of the hermitage roaming about, tawny in the fall of day. And when the sun had vanished, the lotus bed, in the grief of bereavement, seemed to perform a vow in the hopes of rejoining the Lord of Day, for she lifted the goblets of her buds and wore the fine white vesture of her hamses, and was girt with the sacrificial thread of white filaments, and bore a circle of bees as her rosary. And the starry host leapt up and filled the sky, like a splash of spray when the sun fell into the western ocean, and for a brief space the starbe-spangled sky shone as though inlaid with flowers offered by the daughters of the Sid does in honor of twilight, But in a moment the whole glory of the gloaming vanished as though washed away by the libations which the hermits, with faces appraised, cast towards the sky, and at its departure, night, as sorrowing for its loss, wore a deeper darkness. Like a black antelope skin backslash, a blackness which darkened all save the hearts of the hermits. Learning that the sun had gone to rest, the Lord of rays ambrosial, in pure severity of light, hurrayed in the whiteness of clear gossamer, dwelling in the palace of his wives with Tara, mounted the sky which, in that it was outlined with the darkness of tamala trees, presided over by the circle of seven rishis, purified by the wanderings of Arundhati, surrounded by Ashada, showing its mula with its soft-eyed white deer, was a very hermitage of heaven. White as a hamsa, moonlight fell on the earth, filling the seas, falling, as Ganges from the head of Siva, from the sky which was decked with the moon, and inlaid with the shattered potchards of the stars. And in the moon lake, white as an opening lotus, was seen the motionless deer, which went down in eagerness to drink the water of the moonbeams, and was caught, as it were, in the mud of ambrosia. The lakes of the night lotus were fondly visited by the moonbeams, like Hamsis, falling on the ocean white as cinduva of flowers in their fresh purity after the rains. At that moment the globe of the moon lost all the glow of its rising, like the frontal bone of the elephant Eravada when its red lead is washed away by plunging into the heavenly stream, and his highness the cold shatter had gradually risen high in the sky, and by his light had whitened the earth as विशार-विमर्शक विशार-विमर्शक विशार-विमर्शक विशार-विमर्शक विशार-विमर्शक विशार-विमर्शक विशार-विमर्शक विशार-विमर्शक विशार-विमर्शक विशार-विमर्शक विशार-विमर्शक विशार-विमर्शक dear, who, with eyes, weighed down by the approach of sleep, and eyelashes clinging together. Were beginning to ruminate and rest in quiet. Only half a watch of the night was spent, when Harida took me after my meal and went with the other holy hermits to his father, who, in a moonlit spot of the hermitage, was sitting on a bamboo stool, gently fanned by a pupil named Jalapata, who held a fan of antelope skin white as derba grass, and he spake, saying, Father, the whole assemblage of hermits is in a circle round thee, with hearts eager to hear this wonder. The little bird, too, has rested. Tell us, therefore, what he has done, who was he, and who will he be in another birth? Thus addressed, the great saint, looking at me, and seeing the hermits before him intently listening, slowly spake, let the tale be told, if he cared to hear it. There is a city named Ajayani, the proudest gem of earth, the very home of the golden age, created by Mahakala, creator, preserver, and destroyer of the three worlds, and lord of Pramthas, as a habitation meat for himself, as it were a second earth. There the sun is daily seen paying homage to Mahakala, for his steeds veil their heads at the charm of the sweet chant of the women singing in concert in the lofty white palace, and his pen and troops before him. Their darkness never falls, and And the nights bring no separation to the pairs of Kakravakas, nor need they any lamps, for they pass golden as with morning sunshine, from the bright jewels of women, as though the world were on fire with the flame of love. There the only unending life is in jeweled lamps, the only wavering in pearl necklaces, the only variations in the sound of drum and song, the only disunion of pairs in Kakravakas, the only testing of color in gold pieces, the only unsteadiness in banners, the only hatred of the sun in night lotuses, the only concealment of metal in the sheathing of the sword. Why should I say more? For he whose bright feet are kissed by the rays of the jeweled crests of gods and demons, who hath the river of heaven wandering lost in his lox tawny with a wreath of flame for the burning of the world, he the foe of Anhaka, he the holy one, he who hath given up his love for his home on Kailasa, even he whose name is Mahakala had there made a habitation for himself. And in this city was a king named Charapada. He was like unto the great kings Nala, Nahusha, Yeyari, Dunhumra, Bharata, Bajaratha, and Dakaratha. By the might of his arm he conquered the whole world, he reaped the fruits of the three powers, wise and resolute, with an intellect unwirried in political science, In a deep study of the law books, he made in light and glory a third with the sun and moon. His form was purified by many a sacrifice, by him the calamities of the whole world were set at rest, to him Lakshmi openly clung, deserting her lotus woods and despising the happiness of her home in the breast of Narayana, she the lotus handed, whoever joys in the contest of heroes. He was the source of truth, ever honored by the race of saints, as the foot of Vishnu was of the stream of the heavenly Ganges. From him arose glory, as from the ocean of the moon, for his brightness, free from heat, consumed his foes, constant, ever-roamed, stainless, darkened the brightness of the lotus-faced widows of his foes, white, made all things gay. He was the incarnation of justice, the very representative of Vishnu and the destroyer of all the sorrows of his people. When he approached the throne that blossomed with the rays of many gems and was hung with clusters of pearls, like the elephant of space approaching the tree of desire, all the wide quarters of space, like creepers weighed down by bees, bowed down before His Majesty, and of Him, I think, even Indra was envious. From Him, too, proceeded a host of virtues, like a flock of hamsas from Mount Cronka, brightening the earth's surface, and gladdening the hearts of all mankind. His fame wandered, so that the world echoed with it throughout the ten regions, making fair the world of gods and demons, like a streak of foam of the stream of milk tossed by Mandara Ambrosial. Sweet! His royal glory never for a moment laid aside the shade of her umbrella, as though scorched by the heat of a splendor hard to bear. His achievements were heard by the people like News of Good Fortune, were received like the teaching of a guru, were valued like a good omen, were murmured like a hymn, and were remembered like a sacred text. And while he was king, though the flight of the mountains was stayed, the flight of thought was free, suffixes alone were depend- नाटक विचार-विमर्शक रेक। नाटक विचार-विमर्शक रेक। नाटक विचार-विमर्शक रेक। नाटक विमर्शक रेक। नाटक विमर्शक रेक। नाटक विमर्शक रेक। नाटक विमर्शक रेक। entrance entered the pail, but none pail before the water ordeal, the only sharpness was in the edge of the sword, the only endurance of the flame was by aesthetics, the only passing the balance was by the stars, the only clearing of baneful waters was in the rising of Agustia, the only cutting short was of hair and nails, the only stained garb was of the sky on stormy days, the only laying bear was of gems, and not of secret. councils, the only mysteries were those of religion. None ceased to behold the light save slaughtered Tarkai in the praises of Kamara. None dreaded eclipse save the sun. None passed over the firstborn save the moon. None heard of the disobedient save in the Mahabharata. None grasped the rod save in the decline of life. None clung to a sinister object save the sword sheath. No stream of liberality was interrupted save the elephant's eye-core. No squares were deserted save those on the dice board. That king had a minister, by name Kokanasa, a Brahmin, whose intelligence was fixed on all the affairs of the kingdom, whose mind had plunged deeply into the arts and castras, and whose strong affection for the king had grown up in him from childhood. Skilled in the precepts of political science, pilot of the world's government, unshaken and resolved by the greatest difficulties, he was the castle of Constancy, the station of steadfastness, the bridge of bright truth, the guide to all goodness, the conductor in conduct, the ordainer of all ordered life. Like the serpent Sessha, enduring the weight of the world, like the ocean, full of life, like Jarissanda, shaping war and peace, like Siva, at home with Durga, like Yudhishthira, a dayspring of Dharma, he knew all the Vedas and Vedangas, and was the essence of the kingdom's prosperity. He was like Brihaspati to Sunasaira, like Kukrit to Vrishaparvan, like Vesishta to Dakaratha, like Vikvamitra to Rama, like Damya to Ajitakattru, like Damanaka to Nala. He, by the force of his knowledge, thought that Lakshmi was not hard to win, resting though she were on the breast of Narayana, terrible with the scars of the weapons of the demons of hell, and a strong shoulder hardened by the pitiless pressure of Mount Mandara as it moved to and fro. Near him knowledge spread wide, thick with many a tendril, and showed the fruits gained from conquered realms like a creeper near a tree. To him throughout the earth's surface, measured by the circumference of the four oceans, and filled with the goings to and fro of many thousands of spies, every whisper of the kings was known as though uttered in his own palace. Now, Tirapida while yet a child had conquered the whole earth ringed by the seven vipas by the might of his arm, thick as the trunk of Indra's elephant, and he devolved the weight of the empire on that counselor named Kokonasa, and having made his subjects perfectly contented, he searched for anything else that remained to be done. And as he had crushed his enemies and had lost all cause for fear, and as the strain of the world's affairs had become a little relaxed, for the most part he began to pursue the ordinary pleasures of youth. And some time passed while the king pursued the pleasures of youth, and entrusted the affairs of state to his minister, and after a time he came to the end of all the other pleasures of life, and the only one he did not get was the sight of a son born to him, so that his zenana was like reeds showing only flowers without fruit, and as youth went by there arose in him a regret produced by childlessness, and his mind was turned away from the desire of the pleasures of sense, and he felt himself. Alone, though surrounded by a thousand princes, blind, though possessed of sight, without those supporting the world. But the fairest ornament of this king was his queen Vila Savati, as the moons digit to the braided hair of Siva, as the splendor of the Kautsdaba gem to the breast of the foe of Qaidaba, as the woodland garland to Borama, as the shore to the ocean, as the creeper to the tree, as the outburst of flowers to the spring, as the moonlight to the moon, as the lotus bed to the lake, as the array of stars to the sky, as the circling of hamsas to Lake Manasseh, as the line of sandalwoods to mount. Malaya, as the jeweled crest to Sesha, so was she to her lord, she reigned peerless in the Zenana, and created wonder in the three worlds, as though she were the very source of all womanly grace. And it chanced once that, going to her dwelling, he beheld her seated on a stately couch, weeping bitterly. विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। her ornaments were laid aside, her lotus face rested on her left hand, and her tresses were unbound and in disorder. As she arose to welcome him, the king placed her on the couch again, and sitting there himself, ignorant of the cause of her weeping, and in great alarm, wiped away with his hand the tears from her cheeks, saying, My queen, what means this weeping, voiceless and low with the weight of the heavy sorrow concealed in my heart? For these eyelashes of thine are stringing, as it were, a network of pearls of dropping tears. Why, slender one, art thou unadorned? And why has not the stream of lack fallen on thy feet like early sunlight on rosy lotus buds? And why are thy jeweled anklets, with their murmur like teals on the lake of love, not grazed with the touch of thy lotus feet? And why is this waste of thine bereft of the music of the girdle thou hast laid aside? And why is there no device painted on thy breast like the deer on the moon? And why is that slender neck of thine, fair-lint queen, not adorned with a rope of pearls as the crescent on Siva's brow by the heavenly stream? And why dost thou, burst so gay, wherein vain a face whose adornment is washed away with flowing tears? And why is this hand, with its petal-like cluster of soft fingers, exalted into an ear-jewel, as though it were a rosy lotus? And why, forward lady, dost thou raise thy straight brow undecked with the mark of yellow pigment, and surrounded by the mass of thine unbound tresses? For these flowing locks of thine, bereft of flowers, grieve my eyes, like the loss of the moon in the dark fortnight, clouded in masses of thickest gloom. Be kind, and tell me, my queen, the cause of thy grief. For this storm of sighs with which the robe on thy breast is quivering bows my loving heart like a ruddy tendril. Has any wrong been done by me, or by any in thy service? Closely as I examine myself, I can truly see no failure of mine towards thee. For my life and my kingdom are holy thine. Let the cause of thy woe, fair queen, be told. But Vila Savati, thus addressed, made no reply, and turning to her attendance, he asked the cause of her exceeding grief. Then her beetle nut bearer, M'caraca, who was always near her, said to the king, My Lord, how could any fault, however slight, be committed by thee? And how in thy presence could any of thy followers, or anyone else, offend? The sorrow of the queen is that her union with the king is fruitless, as though she were seized by Rahu, and for a long time she has been suffering. For at first our lady was like one in heavy grief, was only occupied with difficulty by the persuasion of her attendance in the ordinary duties of the day, however fitting they might be, such as sleeping, bathing, eating, putting on of ornaments, and the like, and like a Lakshmi of the lower world, ceaselessly up-braided divine love. But in her longing to take away the grief of my Lord's heart, she did not show her sad change. Now, however, as it was the fourteenth day of the month, she went to worship Holy Mahakala, and heard in a recitation of the Mahabharata, no brighter bodes await the childless, for a sun is he who delivers from the sunless shades, and when she heard this, she returned to her palace, and now, though reverently entreated there too by her attendance, she takes no pleasure in food, nor does she busy herself in putting on her jewels, nor does she vouch safe to answer us, she only weeps, and her face is clouded with a storm of ever-flowing tears. My Lord has heard, and must judge. So saying, she ceased, and, with a long and passionate sigh, the king spoke thus, my queen, what can be done in a matter decreed by fate? Enough of this weeping beyond measure. For it is not on us that the gods are wont to bestow their favors. In truth, our heart is not destined to hold the bliss of that imbrosial draft, the embrace of a child of our own. In a former life no glorious deed was done, for a deed done in a former life brings forth fruit in man's life on earth, even the wisest man cannot change destiny. Let all be done that may be done in this mortal life. Do more honor to the gurus, redouble thy worship of the gods, let thy good works be seen in thy reverence to the rishis, for the rishis are a powerful deity, and if we serve them with all our might, they will be विश्विव भून्ज देखाविश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश् And many other royal sages, having conciliated ascetics, have enjoyed the happiness of tasting the ambrosia of the sight of a son. For the honor paid to saints is never without its reward, double quotes. And for me, when shall I behold my queen ready to bear a child, pale as the fourteenth night when the rising of the full moon is at hand, and when will her attendants, hardly able to bear the joy of the great festival of the birth of my son, carry the full basket of gifts? When will my queen gladden me wearing yellow robes, and holding a sun in her arms, like the sky with the newly risen sun and the early sunlight? And when will a sun give me joy of heart, with his curly hair yellow with many a plant, a few ashes mixed with mustard seed on his palate, which has a drop of GHI on it as a talisman, and a thread bright with yellow dye round his neck, as he lies on his back in smiles with a little toothless mouth? When will this baby destroy all the darkness of? Sorrow in my eyes like an auspicious lamp welcomed by all the people, handed from one to another by the Zenana attendants, shining tawny with yellow dye, and when will he adorn the courtyard, as he toddles round it, followed by my heart in my eyes, and gray with the dust of the court, and when will he walk from one place to another and the power of motion be formed in his knees, so that, like a young lion, he may try to catch the young tame deer screen behind the crystal walls. And when, running about it will in the courtyard, will he run after the tame geese, accompanied by the tinkling of the anklets of the Zenana, and weary his nurse, who will hasten after him, following the sound of the bells of his golden girdle, and when will he imitate the antics of a wild elephant, and have his cheeks adorned with a line of icor painted in black aloe, full of joy at the sound of the bell held in his mouth, gray with the dust of sandalwood scattered by his uplifted hand, shaking his head at the beckoning of the hooked finger, and when will he disguise the faces of the old chamberlands with the juice of handfuls of lack left after being used to color his mother's feet, and when, with eyes restless in. Curiosity, will he bend his glance on the inlaid floors, and with tottering steps pursue his own shadow, and when will he creep about during the audience in front of me as I stand in my audience hall, with his eyes wandering bewildered by the rays of the gems, and have his coming welcomed by the outstretched arms of a thousand kings. Thinking on a hundred such desires, I pass my nights in suffering. Me, too, the grief arising from our want of children burns like a fire day and night. The world seems empty, I look on my kingdom as without fruit. But what can I do towards Brahma, from whom there is no appeal? Therefore, my queen, cease thy continual grief. Let thy heart be devoted to endurance and to duty. For increase of blessings is ever nigh at hand for those who set their thoughts on duty. Thus saying, with a hand like a fresh tendril, he took water and wiped her tear-stained face, which showed as an opening lotus, and having comforted her again and again with many a speech-suite with a hundred endearments, skilled to drive away grief, and full of instruction about duty, he at last left her. And when he was gone, Vila Savadi's sorrow was a little soothed, and she went about her usual daily duties, such as putting on of her adornments. And from that time forth she was more and more devoted to propitiating the gods, honoring Brahmins, and paying reverence to all holy persons, whatever recommendation she heard from any source she practiced in her longing for a child, nor did she count the fatigue, however great, she slept within the temples of Durga, dark with smoke of delium ceaselessly burnt, on a bed of clubs covered with green grass, fasting, her pure form clothed in white raiment, she bathed under cows in dude-with. Auspicious marks, adorned for the occasion by the wives of the old cowherds in the herd stations, with golden pictures laden with all sorts of jewels, decorated with branches of the people, decked with diverse fruits and flowers and filled with holy water, every day she would rise and give to Brahmins golden mustard leaves adorned with every jam, He stood in the midst of a circle drawn by the king himself, in a place where four roads meet, on the fourteenth night of the dark fortnight, and performed auspicious rites of bathing, in which the gods of the quarters were gladdened by the very विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। shown, after bathing, with hands circled by swaying bracelets, she herself gave to the birds an offering. Of curds and boiled rice placed in a silver cup, she offered daily to the goddess Durga a sacrifice consisting of parched grain of ablation, boiled rice, sesamemeats, cakes, unguents, incense, and flowers, in abundance, she besought, with a mind prostrate in adoration, The naked wandering ascetics, bearing the name of Siddhas, and carrying their begging bowls filled by her, she greatly honoured the directions of fortune-tellers. She frequented all the soothsayers learned in signs, she showed all respect to those who understood the omens of birds, she accepted all the secrets handed down in the tradition of a succession of venerable sages. In her longing for the sight of a son, she made the brahmins who came into her presence chant the Veda, she heard sacred stories incessantly repeated, she carried about little caskets of mattress filled. With birch leaves written over in yellow letters, she tied strings of medicinal plants as amulets, even her attendance went out to hear passing sounds and grasped the omens arising from them, she daily threw out lumps of flesh in the evening for the jackals, she told the pundits the wonders of her dreams, and at the crossroads she offered ablation to Siva. And as time went on, it chanced once that near the end of night, when the sky was gray as an old pigeon's wing, and but few stars were left, the king saw in a dream the full moon entering the mouth of Vilasavadi, as she rested on the roof of her white palace, like a ball of lotus fibers into the mouth of an elephant. Thereupon he woke, and arising, shedding brightness through his dwelling by the joyous dilation of his eyes, he straightway called Kukanasah and told him the dream, where to the latter, filled with sudden joy, replied, Sire, our wishes and those of thy subjects are at length fulfilled. After a few days my lord will doubtless experience the happiness of beholding the lotus face of a sun, for I, too, this night in a dream saw a white-robed Brahman, of God-like bearing in calm aspect, place in Manurama's lap a lotus that rain drops of honey, with the hundred outspread white petals, like the moon's digits, and a thousand quivering stamens forming its matted locks. Now, all auspicious omens which come to us foretell the near approach of joy, and what other cause of joy can there be than this? For dreams seen at the close of night are won't to bear fruit in truth. Certainly ere long the queen shall bear a son that, like men the three, shall be a leader among all royal sages, and a cause of joy to all the world, and he shall gladden thy heart, O King, as the lotus pool in autumn with its burst of fresh lotus's gladdens the royal elephant, by him thy kingly line shall become strong to bear the weight of the world, and shall be unbroken in its succession as the stream of a wild elephant's icor. As he thus spoke, the king, taking him by the hand, entered the inner apartments and gladdened the queen, with both their dreams. And after some days, by the grace of the gods, the hope of a child came to Vilasavadi, like the moon's image on a lake, and she became thereby yet more glorious, like the line of the Nindana wood with the tree of Paradise, or the breast of Vishnu with the Kaustubha gem. On one memorable day the king had gone at evening to an inner pavilion, where, encircled by a thousand lamps, burning bright with abundance of scented oil, he was like the full moon in the midst of stars, or like Narayana seated among the thousand jeweled hoods of the king of snakes, he was surrounded only by a few great kings who had received the sprinkling of coronation, his own attendant stood at some distance, close by Kokonasa was sitting on a high stool, clad in white silk, with little. Adornment, a statesman profound as the depths of ocean, and with him the king was holding a conversation on many topics, full of the confidence that had grown with their growth, when he was approached by the handmaiden Kulavardana, the queen's chief attendant, skilled in the ways of a court, well trained by nearness to royalty, and first in all auspicious ceremonies, who whispered in his ear the news about Vilasavati. At her words, so fresh to his ears, the king's limbs were bedoed as if with ambrosia, a thrill passed through his whole body, and he was bewildered with the draught of joy, his cheeks burst into a smile, under the guise of the bright flash of his teeth he scattered abroad the happiness that overflowed his heart and his eye, with its pupil quivering, and its lashes wet with tears of gladness, fell on the face of Cucanasa. And when Cucanasa saw the king's exceeding joy, नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक � dilated, their pupils are tremulous, and they are bathed in tears of joy, and as they seem to creep to the lobes of thy ears in their eagerness to hear the good tidings, they produce, as it were, the beauty of an ear-pendant of blue lotuses. My longing heart yearns to hear the festival that has sprung up for it. Therefore let my Lord tell me what is this news. When he had thus said, the king replied with a smile, if it is true as she says, And all our dream is true, but I cannot believe it. How should so great a happiness fall to our lot? For we are no fitting vessel for the bearing of such good tidings. Kullavardana is always truthful, and yet when I consider how unworthy I am of such joy, I look upon her as having changed her nature. Rise, therefore, I myself will go and ask the queen if it is true, and then I shall know. So saying, he dismissed all the kings, and taking off his ornaments, gave them to Culverdana, and when, on his gracious dismissal of her with gifts, he received her homage paid with a deep reverence as she touched the earth with her straight brow, he rose with cuckanasa and went to the inner apartments, hurried on by a mind filled with exceeding happiness, and gladdened by the throbbing of his right eye, which seemed to mimic the play of a blue lotus petal stirred by the wind. He was followed by a scanty retinue, as befitted so late a visit, and had the thick darkness of the courtyard dispelled by the brightness of the lamps of the women who went before him, though their steady flame flickered in the wind. Bana then describes the birth of Trapida's son, who is named Candrapida, from the king's dream about the moon, and also that of Kokonasa's son Vykampayana. And as Candrapida underwent in due course all the circle of ceremonies, beginning with the tying of his top knot, his childhood passed away, and to prevent distraction, Tirapida had built for him a palace of learning outside the city, stretching half a league along the Sipra River, surrounded by a wall of white bricks like the circle of peaks of a snow mountain, girt with a great moat running along the walls, guarded by very strong gates, having one door kept open for ingress, with stables. were horses and palanquines close by, and a gymnasium constructed beneath backslash, a fit palace for the immortals. He took infinite pains in gathering their teachers of every science and having placed the boy there, like a young lion in a cage, forbidding all egress, surrounding him with a sweet composed mainly of the sons of his teachers, removing every allurement to the sports of boyhood, and keeping his mind free from distraction, on an auspicious day he entrusted him, together with Vykampayana, to masters, that they might acquire all knowledge. Every day when he rose, the king, with Vilasavadi and a small retinue, went to watch him, and Kendrapada, undisturbed in mind and kept to his work by the king, quickly grasped all the sciences taught him by teachers, whose efforts were quickened by his great powers, as they brought to light his natural abilities, The whole range of arts assembled in his mind as in a pure jeweled mirror. He gained the highest skill in word, sentence, proof, law, and royal policy, in gymnastics, in all kinds of weapons, such as the bow, quite, shield, cimeter, dart, mace, battleaxe, and club, in driving and elephant riding, in musical instruments, such as the lute, fife, drum, symbol, and pipe, in the laws of dancing laid down by Bharata and others, and the science of music, such as that of Narada. In the management of elephants, the knowledge of a horse's age, and the marks of men, in painting, leaf cutting, the use of books, and writing, in all the arts of gambling, knowledge of the cries of birds, and astronomy, in testing of jewels, carpentry, the working of ivory, in architecture, physics, mechanics, antidotes, mining, crossing of rivers, leaping and jumping, and sleight of hand, in stories, dramas, romances, poems, in the Mahabharata, the Puranas, the Idihasas, and the Ramayana. In all kinds of writing, all foreign languages, all technicalities, all mechanical arts, in meter, and in every other art. And while he ceaselessly studied, even in his childhood and inborn vigor like आद अविमा शों फोर्फ अन फिम अन श्विर्डिंग तो वोगाविमर्शक वोगाविमर्शक विमर्शक विमर्शक विमर्शक विमर्शक विमर्शक विमर्शक विमर्शक विमर्शक विमर्शक विमर्शक विमर्शक lion's welp, had their limbs bowed down by his grasp on their ears, and could not move, with one stroke of his cimeter he cut down palm trees as if they were lotus stalks, his shafts, like those of Perikurama when he blazed to consume the forest of earth's royal stems, cleft only the loftiest peaks, he exercised himself with an iron club which ten men were needed to lift, and, except in bodily strength, he was followed close in all his accomplishments by Vykhampayana, who, by reason of the honor Kendrapada felt for his deep learning and of his reverence due to Kukanasa, and because they had played in the dust and grown up together, was the prince's chief friend, and, as it were, his second heart, and the home of all his confidences. He would not be without Vykhampayana for a moment, while Vykhampayana never for an instant ceased to follow him any more than the day would cease to follow the sun. And while Kendrapida was thus pursuing his acquaintance with all knowledge, the spring of youth, loved of the three worlds as the amrita draught of the ocean, gladdening the hearts of men as moonrise gladdens the gloaming, transient in change of iridescent glow, like the full arch of Indra's bow to the rainy season, weapon of love, like the outburst of flowers to the tree of desire, beautiful in ever-freshly revealed glow, like sunrise to the lotus grove, ready for all play of. Graceful motion, like the plumes of the peacock, became manifest and brought to flower in him, fair as he was, a double beauty, love, Lord of the hour, stood ever nigh, as if to do his bidding, his chest expanded like his beauty, his limbs won fullness, like the wishes of his friends, his waist became slender, like the host of his foes, his form broadened, like his liberality, his majesty grew, like his hair, his arms hung down more and more, the plates of his enemies' wives, his eyes. Became brighter, like his conduct, his shoulders broad, like his knowledge, and his heart deep, like his voice. And so in due course the king, learning that Kendrapada had grown to youth, and had completed his knowledge of all the arts, studied all the sciences, and won great praise from his teachers, summoned Balahaka, a mighty warrior, and, with a large escort of cavalry and infantry, sent him on a very auspicious day to fetch the prince. And Balahaka, going to the palace of learning, entered, announced by the porters, and bending his head till its crest jewels rested on the ground, sat down, by the prince's permission, on a seat befitting his office, as reverently as though in the king's presence, after a short pause he approached Kendrapada and respectfully gave the king's message, The king bids me say, Our desires are fulfilled, The castras have been studied, All the arts have been learnt, Thou hast gained the highest skill in all the martial sciences. All thy teachers give thee permission to leave the house of learning. Let the people see that Thou hast received thy training, Like a young royal elephant come out from the enclosure, Having in thy mind the whole orb of the arts, Like the full moon newly risen. Let the eyes of the world, long eager to behold thee, fulfill their true function, for all those Ananas are yearning for thy sight. This is now the tenth year of thine abode in the school, and thou didst enter it having reached the experience of thy sixth year. This year, then, so reckoned, is the sixteenth of thy life. Now, therefore, when thou hast come forth and shown thyself to all the mothers longing to see thee, and hast saluted those who deserve thy honour, do thou lay aside thy early discipline, and experience that thy will the pleasures of the court and the delights of fresh youth. Pay thy respects to the chiefs, honour the Brahmins, protect thy people, gladden thy kinsfolk. There stands at the door, sent by the king, this horse, named Andreada, swift as Garuda or as the wind, the chief jewel of the three worlds, for in truth the monarch of Persia, who esteemed him the wonder of the universe, sent him with this message, this noble steed, sprung straight from the waters of ocean, was found by me, and is worthy for thee, O King, to mount, and when he was shown to those skilled in a horse's points, they said, He has all the marks of which men tell us as belonging. To Achaicraevas, there never has been nor will be a steed like him. Therefore let him be honored by thy mounting him. These thousand princes, all sons of anointed kings, highly trained, heroic, wise, and accomplished, and of long descent, sent for thine escort, wait on horseback, all eager to salute thee. Having thus said, Balahaka paused, and Kendrapida, laying his fo- विचार-विमर्शक बाषाक साहित्य, समालोचना, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, all their efforts to curb him. He was very large, his back being just within reach of a man's uplifted hand, he seemed to drink the sky, which was on a level with his mouth, with a nae which shook the cavity of his belly, and filled the hollows of the three worlds, he, as it were, upbraided Garuda for his vain trust in his fabled speed, with a nostril snorting in wrath at any hindrance to his course, he, in his pride, examined the three worlds, that he might leap over them, his body was variegated with streaks of black, yellow, green, and pink, like Indra's bow, he was like a young elephant, with a many-hued rug spread over him, like Sivah's bull, pink with metallic dust from budding at Kailasa's peaks, like Parvati's lion, with his main crimson with the red streak of the demon's clotted blood, and like the very incarnation of all energy, with a sound emitted from his ever-quivering nostrils. He seemed to pour forth the wind inhaled in his swift course, he scattered the foam. Flakes that frothed from his lips from the champion of the points of the bit which rattled as he rolled it in his mouth, as if they were mouthfuls of ambrosia drunk in his ocean home. And, beholding this steed, whose like was never before seen, informed fit for the gods, meet for the kingdom of the whole universe, possessed of all the favorable marks, the perfection of a horse's shape, the heart of Candrapida, though of a nature not easily moved, was touched with amazement, and the thought arose in his mind. What jewel, if not this wondrous horse, was brought up by the Suras and Azuras when they churned the waters of ocean and world-round Mount Mandara with the serpent. Vasuki revolving in ceaseless duration. And what has Indra gained by his lordship of the three worlds if he did not mount this back, brought his Mount Meru. Indra was cheated by the ocean when his heart was gladdened by Akai Kravas. And I think that so far he has not crossed the sight of Holy Narayana, who even now does not give up his infatuation for riding Garuda. My father's royal glory surpasses the riches of the kingdom of heaven, in that treasures such as this, which can hardly be gained in the whole universe, come here into servitude. From its magnificence and energy, this form of his seems the shrine of a god, and And the truth of this makes me fear to mount him. For forms like this, fit for the gods and the wonder of the universe, belong to no common horse. Even deities, subject to a muni's curse, have been known to leave their own bodies and inhabit other bodies brought to them by the terms of the curse. For there is a story of old house Thulisairas, a muni of great austerity, cursed in Epsara's named Rumba, the ornament of the three worlds, and she, leaving heaven, entered the heart of a horse, and thus, as the story goes, dwelt for a long time on earth as a mare, in the service of King Cattedhandan, at Mritikavadi, and many other greats old beings, having had their glory destroyed by the curse of Munus, have roamed the world in various forms. Surely this must be some noble being subject to a curse. My heart declares his divinity. Thus His thinking, he rose, wishing to mount, and in mind only approaching the steed, he prayed thus, Noble Charger, Thou art that Thou art. All hail to thee. Yet let my audacity in mounting thee be forgiven. For even deities whose presence is unknown taste of a contumaly all unmute for them. As if knowing his thought, Indrayada looked at him with eye-ascance, the pupil turned and partly closed by the lashing of his tossing mane, and repeatedly struck the ground with his right hoof, till the hair on his chest was grey with the dust it cast up, as though summoning the prince to mount, with a pleasant winning long drawn out into a gentle soft murmur blent with the snorting of his quivering nostrils. Whereupon Kendrappita mounted in Dreada, as though invited thereunto by his pleasant name, and, having mounted, he passed out, thinking the whole universe but a span long, be held a cavalcade of which the furthest limits could not be seen, it deafened the hollows of the three worlds with the clatter of hoofs breaking up the earth, fierce as a shower of stones let fall from the clouds, and with a naing sounding the fiercer from nostrils choked with dust, it decked the sky with a forest. Of lance is all whorrent, whose shafts gleamed bright when touched by the sun, like a lake half hidden in a grove of blue lotus buds upborn on their stalks, from its darkening the eight quarters with its thousand umbrellas all raised. It was like a mass of clouds iridescent with विचार-विमर्शक बाषाक साहित्य, समालोचना, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, waves of ocean at the moon's rising, and the princes, each wishing to be first in their eagerness to pay their homage, having their heads unprotected by the hasty removal of their umbrellas, and weary with trying to curb their horses, which were wild with trampling on each other, drew around the prince. As Bala-Haka presented each by name, they bowed, bending low their heads, which showed the glow of loyalty under the guise of the rays uprising from the rubies in their waving crests, and which, from their having buds held up in adoration, were like lotuses resting on the water in the pictures of Coronation. Having saluted them, Kendrapida, accompanied by Vykampaina, also mounted, straightway set out for the city. He was shaded by a very large umbrella with a gold stick, born above him, formed like the lotus on which royal glory might dwell, like the moon's orb to the moon lotus grove of royal races, like an island being formed by the flow of the cavalcade, in hue like the circle of Vasudev's hood whitened by the sea of milk, garlanded with many a rope of pearls, bearing the device of a lion designed above. The flowers in his ears were set dancing by the wind of the cowries waved on either side, and his praises were sung by many thousands of retainers running before him, young, for the most part, and brave, and by the bards, who ceaselessly recited a loud auspicious verses, with a soft cry of long life and victory. And as he passed on his way to the city, like a manifestation of the God of love no longer bodiless, all the people, like a lotus grove awakened by the moon's rising, left their work and gathered to behold him, double quotes. Kartikey scorns the name of Kamara, since his own form is looked on with scorn by the throng of lotus faces when this prince is by. Surely we reap the reward of great virtue in that we we behold that Godlike form with eyes wide with the overflow of love sprung up within us and upraised in eager curiosity. Our birth in this world has now brought forth its fruit. Nevertheless all hail to blessed Krishna, who in the guise of Khandrapada has assumed a new form. With such words the city folk folded their hands in adoration and bowed before him. And from the thousand windows which were unclosed from curiosity to behold Andrapida, the city itself became as it were a mass of open eyes, for straight way on hearing that he had left the palace of learning filled with all knowledge, women eager to see him mounted the roofs hastily throughout the city, leaving their half-done work, some with mirrors in their left hand were like the nights of the full moon, when the moon's whole orb is gleaming, some, with feet rosy it with fresh slack, were. Like lotus buds whose flowers had drunk the early sunlight, some, with their tender feet and meshed in the bells of their girdle, fallen to the ground in their haste, were like elephants moving very slowly, checked by their chain, some were robed in rainbow hues, like the beauty of a day in the rainy season, some raised feet that blossomed into the white rays of their nails, like tame callahams as drawn by the sound of the anklets, some held strings of large pearls in their hands, as if in imitation of Rithy with her Their crystal rosary grassed in grief for the death of love, some, with wreaths of pearls falling between their breasts, were like the glory of evening when the pairs of cock-a-vac-as are separated by a pure slender stream, some, with rainbow flashes rising from the gems of their anklets, shown as if lovingly accompanied by tame peacocks, some, with their jeweled cups half-drunk, distilled, as it were, from their rosy flower-like lips a sweet nectar. Others, too, with their orb'd faces appearing at the. In terstises of the emerald lattices, presented to the eyes a lotus grove with its opening buds traversing the sky, as they gazed on the prince. On a sudden there arose a tinkling of ornaments born of hasty motion, with many a sound of loot struck sweetly on their cords, blended with the cry of cranes summoned by the clanging of the girdles, accompanied by the noise of peacocks shut up in the zen banana and rejoicing in the thunder caused by the stairs being struck by stumbling feet, soft with the murmur of calligances fluttering in fear of the clash of fresh clouds, imitating the triumphant cry of love, taking captive the ears of lovely. Women with their ropes of jewels resounding shrilly as they touched one another, and re-echoing through all the corners of the houses. In a moment the dense throng of maidens made the palaces seem walled with women, the The ground seemed to blossom by the laying on it of their laxedrune lotus feet. The city seemed girt with grace by the stream of fair forms. विश्कार-विमर्शक रेक। विश्कार-विमर्शक रेक। विश्कार-विमर्शक रेक। विश्कार-विमर्शक रेक। विश्कार-विमर्शक रेक। विश्कार-विमर्शक रेक। विश्कार-विमर्शक रेक। विश्कार-विमर्शक रेक। Why? The long line of bright glances. As the women gazed on him with eyes fixed and widened in curiosity, the form of Kendrapida entered into their hearts as though they were mirrors or water or crystal, and as the glow of love manifested itself there, their graceful speech became straightway mirthful, confidential, confused, envious, scornful, derisive, coquettish, loving, or full of longing. As, for instance, hasty one, wait for me. Drunk with gazing, hold thy mantle. Simpleton, lift up the long tresses that hang about thy face. Remove thy moon-digit ornament. Blinded with love, thy feet are caught in the flowers of thine offering, and thou wilt fall. Love distraught, tie up thy hair. on the side of Candrapida, raise thy girdle. Naughty one, lift up the earflower waving on thy cheek. Heartless one, pick up thine earring. Eager in youth, thou art being watched. Cover thy bosom. Shameless one, gather up thy loosened robe. Artfully artless, go on quicker. Inquisitive girl, take another look at the king. Unsociable, how long wilt thou look? Fickle-hearted, think of thine own people. Impish girl, thy mantle has fallen, and thou art mocked. Thou whose eyes art filled with love, sayest thou not thy friends. Maiden full of guile, thou wilt live in sorrow with thy heart in causeless torment. Thou who faintest coiness, what mean thy crafty glances? Look boldly. with youth, why rest thy weight against us? Angry one, go in front. Envious girl, why block up the window? Slave of love, thou bringest my outer robe to utter ruin. Drunk with love's breath, restrain thyself. Devoid of self-control, why run before thine elders? Bright in strength, Why so confused? Silly girl, hide the thrill of love's fever. Ill-behaved girl, why thus weary thyself? Changeful one, thy girdle presseth thee, and thou sufferest vainly. Absent-minded, thou heatest not thyself, though outside thy house. Lost in curiosity, thou hast forgotten how to breathe. Thou whose eyes art closed in a happy imagination of union with thy beloved, open them. He is passing. Bereft of sense by the stroke of love's arrow, Place the end of thy silken robe on thy head to keep off the sun's rays. Thou who has taken the vow of suddy, Thou letest thine eyes wander, not seeing what is to be seen. Wretched one, thou art cast down by the vow not to gaze on other men. Vouch save to rise, dear friend, and to look at the blessed fish-bannered God, without his banner and bereft of rithy, visibly present. His crest of mulady flowers under his umbrella looks like a mass of moonbeams fallen in under the idea that night has set in, on his head dark with swarms of bees. His cheek is fair as a garland of open Sirisha flowers touched with green by the splendor of his emerald earring. Our youthful glow of love, under the guise of. Rich ruby rays among the pearl necklaces horses, shines out eager to enter his heart. It is so seen by him among the cowries. Moreover, what is he laughing at as he talks to Vykhampayana, so that the circle of space is whitened with his bright teeth? Balahaka, with the edge of his silken mantle green as a parrot's plumage, is removing from the tips of his hair the dust raised by the horse's hoofs. His bow-like foot, Soft as Lakshmi's lotus hand is raised and sportively cast a thwart his horse's shoulder. His hand, with tapering fingers and bright as pink lotus buds, is outstretched to its full length to ask for betel nut, just as an elephant's trunk in eagerness for mouthfuls of valisneria. Happy is she who, a fellow bride with earth, shall, like Lakshmi, win that hand out vying the lotus. 2. is Queen Villasavati, by whom he who is able to bear the whole earth was nourished in birth, as the elephant of the quarters by space. And as they uttered these and other sayings of the same kind, Candrapida, drunk in by their eyes, summoned by the tinkling of their ornaments, followed by their hearts, bound by the way. विश्वार-विमर्शक विश्वार-विमर्शक विश्वार-विमर्शक विश्वार-विमर्शक विश्वार-विमर्शक विश्वार-विमर्शक विश्वार-विमर्शक विश्वार-विमर्शक विश्वार-विमर्शक step on a mass of white bracelets slipping from their languid arms, reached the palace. Dismounting and leaning on Vikempayana, he entered the court, preceded by Balahaka, and passing through the crowd of attendant kings, beheld his father seated on a white couch and attended by his guards. And on the chamberland saying, Behold him, the prince, with his head bent low, and its crest shaking, while yet afar off made his salutation, and his father, crying from afar, come, come hither, stretched forth both arms, raised himself slightly from his couch, while his eyes filled with tears of joy and a thrill passed over his body, and embraced his reverently bent son as though he would bind him fast and absorb him, and drink him in. And after the embrace, Kendrapta sat down on the bare ground by his father's footstool, kicking away the cloak which had been rolled up and hastily made into a seat by his own beetle nut bearer, and softly bidding her take it away, and then by Campaina, being embraced by the king like his own son, sat down on a seat placed for him. When he had been there a short time, assailed, as it were, by glances from the women who stood motionless, with the waving of the cowries forgotten, glances of love, long as strings of lotus stirred by the wind, from fine eyes tremulous and ass-gant, he was dismissed with the words, Go, my son, salute thy loving mother, who longs to see thee, and then in turn gladden all who nurtured thee by thy sight. Respectfully rising, and stopping his sweet from following him, he went with vikampayana to the Zenana, led by the royal servant's meek to enter therein, and approaching his mother, saluted her, as she sat surrounded by her attendants and by aged ascetic women, who read and recited legends to her. She raised him, while her attendance, skilled in doing her commands, stood around her, and, with a loving caress, held him in a long embrace, as though thinking inwardly of a hundred auspicious words to say, and straightway, when the claims of affection had been satisfied, and she had embraced Vykhampayana, she sat down, and drew Khandrapada, who was reverently seated on the ground, forcibly and against his will to rest in her arms, and when Vykhampayana was seated on a stool quickly brought. By the attendants, she embraced Kendrapada again and again on brow, breast, and shoulders, and said, with many a caressing touch, heart-hearted, my child, was thy father, by whom so fair a form, me to be cherished by the whole universe, was made to undergo great fatigue for so long. How didst thou endure the tedious restraint of thy gurus. Indeed, young as thou art, thou hast a strong man's fortitude. Thy heart, even in childhood, has lost all idol-liking for childish amusement and play. Ah well, all devotion to natural and spiritual parents is something apart, and as I now see thee endowed, by thy father's favor, with all knowledge, so I shall soon see thee endowed with worthy wives. Having thus said as he bent his head, smiling half in shame, she kissed him on the cheek, which was a full reflection of her own, and garlanded with open lotuses, and he, when he had stayed a short time, gladdened in turn by his presence the whole Zenana. Then, departing by the royal door, he mounted in Dreida, who was standing outside, and, followed by the princes, went to see Kokonasa, and at the gate of an outer court, filled with priests of many sects, he dismounted, and entered the palace of Cucanasa, which resembled a second royal court. On entering he saluted Cucanasa like a second father as he stood in the midst of thousands of kings, showing him all respect, with his crest bent low even from afar. Cucanasa, quickly. Rising, while the kings rose one after another, and respectfully advancing straight to him, with tears of joy falling from eyes wide with gladness, heartily, and with great affection, embraced him, together with Vikempayana. Then the prince, rejecting the jeweled seat respectfully brought, sat on the bare ground, and next to him sat Vikempayana, and when he sat on the ground, the whole circle of kings, except Kukanasa, leaving their own seats, sat also on the ground. Kukunasa stood silent for a moment, showing his extreme joy by the thrill that passed over his limbs, and then said to the prince, truly, my child, now that King Terapida has seen thee grown to youth and possessed of knowledge, he has at length gained the fruit of his rule over the universe. Now all the blessings of thy parents have been fulfilled. Now the merit acquired in many other births has borne fruit. Now the gods of iras... विश्वावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावावा� of dwelling in Vishna's bosom, that she does not approach thee in mortal form. But nevertheless, do thou with thine arm, as the great bore with his circle of tusks, bear up for myriads of ages the weight of the earth, helping thy father. Thus saying, and offering homage with ornaments, dresses, flowers, and ungwants, he dismissed him. Thereupon the prince, rising, and entering the Zenana, visited Vikampayana's mother, by Ney Manorma, and, departing, mounted in Dreida, and went to his palace. It had been previously arranged by his father, and had white jars filled and placed on the gates, like an image of the royal palace. It had garlands of green sandal boughs, thousands of white flags flying, and filled the air with the sound of auspicious instruments of music, open lotuses were strewn in it. A sacrifice to Agni had just been performed, every attendant was in bright apparel, auspicious ceremony for entering a house had been prepared. On his arrival he sat for a short time on a couch placed in the hall, and then, together with his princely retinue, performed the day's duties, beginning with bathing and ending with a banquet, and meanwhile he arranged that Andreiita should dwell in his own chamber. And in these doings of his the day came to a close, the sun's orb fell with lifted rays like the ruby-anclit backslash, its interstices veiled in its own light backslash, the glory of day, as she hastens from the sky. And when evening had begun, Kendrapida, encircled by a fence of lighted lamps, went on foot to the king's palace, and having stayed a short time with his father, and seen Vilasavadi, he returned to his own house and laid down on a couch, many hewed with the radiance of various gems, like Krishna on the circle of sesha's hoods. And when night had turned to dawn, he, with his father's leave, rose before sunrise, In eagerness for the new delight of hunting, and, mounting in dreida, went to the wood with a great retinue of runners, horses, and elephants. His eagerness was doubled by huntsmen leading in a golden leash hounds large as asses. With arrows whose shafts were bright as the leaves of a blossoming lotus, and fit to cleave the frontal bones of young wild elephants, he slew wild boars, lions, carabas, yaks, and many other kinds of deer by thousands, while the woodland goddesses looked at him with half-closed eyes, fluttered by fear of the twangin of his bow. Other animals by his great energy he took alive. And when the sun reached the zenith, he rode home from the wood with but a few princes who were well-mounted, going over the events of the chase, saying, Thus I killed a lion, thus a bear, thus a buffalo, thus a caraba, thus a stag. On dismounting, he sat down. On a seat brought hastily by his attendants, took off his corset, and removed the rest of his riding apparel. He then rested a short time, till his weariness was removed by the wind of waving fans. Having rested, he went to the bathroom, provided with a hundred pictures of gold, silver, and jewels, and having a gold seat placed in its midst. And when the bath was over, and he had been rubbed in a separate room with cloths, His head was covered with a strip of pure linen, his raiment was put on, and he performed his homage to the gods, and when he entered the perfuming room, there approached him the court women attendants, appointed by the Grand Chamberlain and sent by the king, slaves of Vilasavati, with Kulavardana, and Zenana women sent from the whole Zenana, bearing in baskets different ornaments, wreaths, ungwants, and robes, which they presented to him. Having taken them in due order from the women, he first himself anointed Vykhampyana. When his own anointing was done, and giving to those around him flowers, perfumes, robes, and jewels, as was meat, he went to the banquet hall, rich in a thousand jeweled vessels, like the autumn sky gleaming with stars. He there sat on a doubled rug, with Vykhampyana next to him, eagerly employed, as was fitting, praising his virtues, and the host of princes, placed each in order of seniority on the ground, felt the pleasure of their service increased by seeing the great courtesy with which the prince said, Let this be given to him, and that to him. And so he duly pertook of his morning meal. After rinsing नाटक आप विचार-विमर्शक नाटक विपाषक नाटक विपाषक नाटक विपाषक नाटक विपाषक नाटक विपाषक नाटक विपाषक नाटक विपाषक नाटक विपाषक नाटक विपाषक नाटक विपाषक नाटक विपाषक नाटक विपाषक नाटक नाटक वि� he beheld approaching a chamberlain by name Kailasa, the chief of the Zenana, greatly trusted by the king, accompanied by a maiden of noble form in her first youth, from her life at court self-possessed, yet not devoid of modesty, growing to maidenhood and in her veil of silk-red with cochineal, resembling the eastern quarter clothed in early sunshine. And Kailasa, bowing and approaching with his right hand placed on the ground, spoke as follows, Prince, Queen Vilasavati bids me say, This maiden, by name Petrolika, daughter of the King of Kalutha, was brought with the captives by the great king on his conquest of the royal city of Kalutha while she was yet a little child, and was placed among the Zen and a women. And tenderness grew up in me towards her, seeing she was a king's daughter and without a protector, and she was long cared for and brought up by me just like a daughter. Therefore, I now send her to thee, thinking her fit to be thy beetle-bearer, but she must not be looked on by thee, great prince of many days, as thine other attendants. She must be cared for as a young maiden, she must be shielded from the thoughtless like thine own nature, she must be looked on as a pupil. Like a friend, she must be admitted to all thy confidences. By reason of the love that has long grown up in me, my heart rests on her as on my own daughter, and being sprung from a great race, she is fitted for such duties, in truth, she herself will in a few days charm the prince by her perfect gentleness. My love for her is of long growth, and therefore strong, but as the prince does not yet know her character, this is told to him. Thou must in all ways strive, happy prince, that she may long be thy fitting companion. When Kailasa had thus spoken and was silent, Kendrapada looked long and steadily at Patralekha as she made a courteous obeisance, and with the words, as my mother wishes, dismissed the chamberlain. And Patralekha, from her first sight of him, was filled with devotion to him, and never left the prince's side either by night or day, whether he was sleeping, or sitting, or standing, or walking, or going to the court, just as if she were his shadow, while he felt for her a great affection, beginning from his first glance at her, and constantly growing, he daily showed more favor to her, and counted her in all his secrets as part of his own heart. As the days thus passed on, the king, eager for the anointing of Kendrapida as crowned prince, appointed Chamberlains to gather together all things needful for it, and when it was at hand, Cucanasa, desirous of increasing the prince's modesty, great as it already was, spoke to him at length during one of his visits, dear Kendrapada, though thou hast learnt what is to be known, and read all the castors, no little remains for thee to learn. For truly the darkness arising from youth is by nature very thick, nor can it be pierced by the sun, nor cleft by the radiance of jewels, nor dispelled by the brightness of lamps. The intoxication of Lakshmi is terrible, and does not cease even in old age. There is, too, another blindness of power, evil, not to be cured by any self. The fever of pride runs very high, and no cooling appliances can allay it. The madness that rises from tasting the poison of the senses is violent, and not to be counteracted by roots or charms. The defilement of the stain of passion is never destroyed by bathing or purification. The sleep of the multitude of royal pleasures is ever terrible, and the end of night brings no waking. Thus thou must often be told at length. Lordship inherited even from birth, fresh youth, pureless beauty, superhuman talent, all this is a long succession of ills. Each of these separately is a home of insolence, how much more the assemblage of them. For in early youth the mind often loses its purity, though it be cleansed with the pure waters of the castras. The eyes of the young become inflamed, Though their clearness is not quite lost. Nature, too, when the whirlwind of passion arises, carries a man far in youth at its own will, like a dry leaf borne on the wind. This mirage of pleasure, which captivates the senses as if they were deer, always ends in sorrow. When the mind has its consciousness dulled by early यूछ, तब विचार-विमर्शक नाटक आविमर्शक रेक। all the more sweetly for being but just tasted. Extreme clinging to the things of sense destroys a man, misleading him like ignorance of his bearings. But men such as thou art the fitting vessels for instruction. For on a mind free from stain the virtue of good counsel enters easily, as the moons raise on a moon crystal. The words of a guru, though pure, yet cause great pain when they enter the ears of the bad, as water does, while in others they produce a nobler beauty, like the ear-jewel on an elephant. They remove the thick darkness of many sins, like the moon in the gloaming. The teaching of a guru is calming, and brings to an end the faults of youth by turning them to virtue, just as old age takes away the dark stain of the locks by turning them to gray. This is the time to teach thee, while thou hast not yet tasted the pleasures of sense. Your teaching pours away like water in a heart shattered by the stroke of love's arrow. Family and sacred tradition are unavailing to the fro-ward and undisciplined. Does a fire not burn when fed on sandalwood? Is not the submarine fire the fiercer in the water that is wont to quench fire? But the words of a guru are abathing without water, able to cleanse all the stains of man, they are a maturity that changes not the locks to gray, they give weight without increase of bulk, though not wrought of gold, they are an ear-jewel of no common order, without light they shine, without startling they awaken. They are specially needed for kings, for the admonishers of kings are few. For from fear, men follow like an echo the words of kings, and so, being unbridled in their pride, and having the cavity of their ears wholly stopped, they do not hear good advice even when offered, and when they do hear, by. their eyes like an elephant, they show their contempt, and pain the teachers who offer them good counsel. For the nature of kings, being darkened by the madness of pride's fever, is perturbed, their wealth causes arrogance and false self-esteem, their royal glory causes the torpor brought about by the poison of kingly power. First, let one who strives after happiness look at Lakshmi. For this Lakshmi, who now rests like a bee on the lotus grove of a circle of naked words, has risen from the milk ocean, has taken her glow from the buds of the coral tree, her crookedness from the moon's digit, her restlessness from the steed-a-kai-crava, her witchery from Kala-kutta poison, her intoxication from nectar, and from the Kaustabha gem her hardness. All these she has taken is keepsakes to relieve her longing with memory of her companion's friendship. There is nothing so little understood here in the world as this base Lakshmi. In one, she is hard to keep, when bound fast by the firm cords of heroism, she vanishes. When held by a cage of swords brandished by a thousand fierce champions, she yet escapes, when guarded by a thick band of elephants, dark with a storm of icor, she yet flees away. She keeps not friendships, she regards not race, she wrecks not of beauty, she follows not the fortunes of a family, she looks not on character, she counts not cleverness, She hears not sacred learning, she courts not righteousness, she honors not liberality, she values not discrimination, she guards not conduct, she understands not truth, she makes not auspicious marks her guide, like the outline of an aerial city, she vanishes even as we look on her. She is still dizzy with the feeling produced by the eddying of the whirlpool made by Mount Mandara. As if she were the tip of a lotus stalk bound to the varying motion of a lotus bed, She gives no firm foothold anywhere. Even when held fast with great effort in palaces, she totters as if drunk with the icor of their many wild elephants. She dwells on the sword's edge as if to learn cruelty. She clings to the form of Narayana as if to learn constant change of form. Full of fickleness, she leaves even a king, richly endowed with friends, judicial power, treasure, and territory, as she leaves a lotus at the end of day, though it have root, stalk, bud, and widespreading petals. Like a creeper, she is ever a parasite. Like Gunga, though producing wealth, she is all a stir with bubbles, like the sun's ray, she alights on one thing after another, like the cavity of hell, she is full of dense darkness. Like the demon Hidamba, her heart is only one by the courage of a Bhima, like the rainy season, she sends forth but a momentary flash, like an evil demon, she, with the height of many men, crazes the feeble mind. As if jealous, she embraces not him whom learning has favored, she Such as not the virtuous man, as being impure, she despises a lofty nature as unpropitious, she regards not the gently born, as useless. She leaps over a courteous man as a snake, she avoids a hero as a thorn, she forgets a giver as a nightmare, she keeps far from a temperate man as a villain, she mocks at the wise as a fool, she manifests her ways in the world as if in a jugglery that unites contradictions. 4. Though creating constant fever, she produces a chill, though exalting men, she shows lowness of soul, though rising from water, she augments thirst, though bestowing lordship, she shows an unlordly nature, though loading men with power, she deprives them of weight, though sister of nectar, she leaves a bitter taste, though of earthly mold, she is invisible, though attached to the highest, she loves the base, like a creature of dust, she soils even the pure. Moreover, let this wavering one shine as she may, she yet, like lamplight, only sends forth lamplack. For she is the fostering rain of the poison plants of desire, the hunter's luring song to the deer of the senses, the polluting smoke to the pictures of virtue, the luxurious couch of infatuation's long sleep, the ancient watchtower of the demons. of pride and wealth. She is the cataract gathering over eyes lighted by the castors, the banner of the reckless, the native stream of the alligators of wrath, the tavern of the mead of the senses, the music hall of alluring dances, the lair of the serpents of sin, the rod to drive out good practices. She is the untimely rain to the callahamsas of the virtues, the hotbed of the pustules of scandal, the prologue of the drama of fraud, the roar of the elephant of passion, slaughterhouse of goodness, the tongue of Rahu for the moon of holiness. Nor see I any who has not been violently embraced by her while she was yet unknown to him, and whom she has not deceived. Truly, even in a picture she moves, even in a book she practices magic, even cut in a gem she deceives, even when heard she misleads, even when thought on she betrays. When this wretched evil creature wins kings after great toil by the will of destiny, They become helpless, and the abode of every shameful deed. For at the very moment of coronation their graciousness is washed away as if by the auspicious water jars, their heart is darkened as by the smoke of the sacrificial fire, their patience is swept away as by the cuckoo brooms of the priest, their remembrance of advancing age is concealed as by the dawning of the turban, the sight of the next world is kept afar as by the umbrella's circle, truth is removed as by the wind of the cowries, virtue is driven out as by the wands of office, the voices of. The good are drowned as by cries of all hail, and glory is flouted as by the streamers of the banners, double quotes. For some kings are deceived by successes which are uncertain as the tremulous beaks of birds when loose from weariness, and which, though pleasant for a moment as a fireflies flash, are condemned by the wise, they forget their origin in the pride of amassing a little wealth, and are troubled by the onrush of passion as by a blood poisoning brought on by accumulated diseases, they are tortured by the senses, which though but five, in their eagerness to taste every pleasure, turn to a thousand. They are bewildered by the mind, which, in native fickleness, follows its own impulses, and being but one, gets the force of a hundred thousand in its changes. Thus they fall into utter helplessness. They are seized by demons, conquered by imps, possessed by enchantments, held by monsters, mocked by the wind, swallowed by ogres. Pierced by the arrows of Kama, they make a thousand contortions, scorched by covetousness, they writhe, struck down by fierce blows, they sink down. Like crabs, they sidle, like cripples, with steps broken by sin, they are led helpless by others, like stammerers from former sins of falsehood, they can scare spabble, like sapticota trees, they produce headache in those near them, like dying men, they know not even their kin, like purblind men, they cannot see the brightest virtue, like men bitten in a fatal hour, they are not waked even by mighty charms, like lack ornaments, they cannot endure strong heat, like rogue elephants, being firmly. to the pillar of self-conceit, they refuse teaching, bewildered by the poison of covetousness, they see everything as golden, like arrows sharpened by polishing, when in the hands of others they cause destruction, with their rods they strike down great families, like high-growing fruit, like untimely blossoms, though fair outwardly, they cause destruction, they are terrible of nature, like the ashes of a funeral pyre, like men with cataract, they can नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक नाटक � But others are deceived by rogue's intent on their own ends, greedy of the flesh pots of wealth, cranes of the palace lotus beds. Gambling, say these, is a relaxation, adultery a sign of cleverness, hunting, exercise, drinking, delight, recklessness, heroism, neglect of a wife, freedom from infatuation, contempt of a guru's words, acclaim to other submission, unruliness of servants, the ensuring of pleasant service, devotion to dance, song, music, and bad company, is knowledge of the world. Harkening to shameful crimes is greatness of mind, tame endurance of contempt is patience, self-will is lordship, disregard of. The gods is high spirit, the praise of bards is glory, restlessness is enterprise, lack of discernment is impartiality. Thus our kings deceived with more than mortal praises by men ready to raise faults to the great of virtues, practiced in deception, laughing in their hearts, utterly villainous, and thus. These monarchs, by reason of their senselessness, have their minds intoxicated by the pride of wealth, and have a settled false conceit in them that these things are really so, though subject to mortal conditions, they look on themselves as having alighted on earth as divine beings with a superhuman destiny, they employ a pomp in their undertakings only fit for gods and win the contempt of all mankind. They welcome this deception of themselves by their followers. From the delusion as to their own divinity established in their minds, they are overthrown by false ideas, and they think their own pair of arms have received another pair, they imagine their forehead has a third eye buried in the skin. They consider the sight of themselves a favor, they esteem their glance a benefit, they They regard their words as a present, they hold their command a glorious boon, they deem their touch a purification. Wade down by the pride of their false greatness, they neither do homage to the gods, nor reverence Brahmans, nor honor the honorable, nor salute those to whom salutes are due, nor address those who should be addressed, nor rise to greet their gurus. They laugh at the learned as losing in useless labor all the enjoyment of pleasure, they They look on the teaching of the old as the wandering talk of dotage, they abuse the advice of their counselors as an insult to their own wisdom, they are wroth with the giver of good counsel. At all events, the man they welcome, with whom they converse, whom they place by their side, advance, take as companion of their pleasure and recipient of their gifts, choose as a friend, the man to whose voice they listen, on whom they reign favors, of whom they think highly, whom they trust, is he who does nothing day and night but ceaselessly salute them, praise them as divine, and exalt their greatness." What can we expect of those kings whose standard is a law of deceit, pitiless in the cruelty of its maxims, whose gurus are family priests, with natures made merciless by magic rites, whose teachers are counselors skilled to deceive others, whose hearts are set on a power that hundreds of kings before them have gained and lost, whose skill in weapons is only only to inflict death, whose brothers, tender as their hearts may be with natural affection, are only to be slaughtered. Therefore, my prince, in this post of empire which is terrible in the hundreds of evil and perverse impulses which attend it, and in this season of youth which leads to utter infatuation, thou must strive earnestly not to be scorned by thy people, nor blamed by the good, nor cursed by thy gurus, nor reproached by thy friends, nor grieved over by the wise. Strive, too, that thou be not exposed by knaves, deceived by sharpers, preyed upon by villains, torn to pieces by wolfish courtiers, misled by rascals, deluded by women, cheated by fortune, led a wild dance by pride, maddened by desire, assailed by the things of sense, dragged headlong by passion, carried away by pleasure, double quotes. that by nature thou art steadfast, and that by thy fathers care thou art trained in goodness, and moreover, that wealth only intoxicates the light of nature, and the thoughtless, yet my very delight in thy virtues makes me speak thus at length. Let this saying be ever ringing in thine ears, there is none so wise, so prudent, so magnanimous, so gracious, so steadfast, and so earnest. तो शेमस रेच फृछन किनाद ग्रिन्द हम तो पुव्डर। येट नाट मेश ताओ नजोई तो कन्षक्रेषन अग्ध तो किन्बूड़ बधिप आप आप पिषपसच़। बेर दियोग खन्ध डान तो दी तो ताओ फोर फाधर से बोव्डर। Bow the heads of thy foes, raise the host of thy friends, after thy coronation wander round the world for conquest, and bring under thy sway the earth with its seven continents subdued of your by thy father, double quotes. This is the time to crown thyself with glory. A glorious king has his commands fulfilled as swiftly as a great ascetic. Having said thus much, he was silent, and by his words can drap it a was, as it were, washed, wakened, purified, brightened, bedewed, anointed, adorned, cleansed, and made radiant, and with glad heart he returned after a short time to his own palace. Some days later, on an auspicious day, the king, surrounded by a thousand chiefs, raised aloft, with Cucanas's help, the vessel of consecration, and himself anointed his son, while the rest of the rites were performed by the family priest. The water of consecration was brought from every sacred pool, river and ocean, encircled by every plant, fruit, earth, and gem, mingled with tears of joy, and purified by mantras. At that very moment, while the prince was yet wet with the water of consecration, royal glory passed on to him without leaving Tarapida, as a creeper still clasping its own tree passes to another. way he was anointed from head to foot by villas of Adi, attended by all the Zenana, and full of tender love, with sweet sandal white as moonbeams. He was garlanded with fresh white flowers, decked with lines of Goracana, adorned with an earring of derva grass, clad in two new silken robes with long fringes, white as the moon, bound with an amulet round his hand, tied by the family priest, and had his breast encircled by a pearl necklace, like the circle of the seven rishis come down to see his coronation, strung on filaments from the lotus pool of the royal fortune of yum royalty. From the complete concealment of his body by wreaths of white flowers interwoven and hanging to his knees, soft as moonbeams, and from his wearing snowy robes he was like Narasimha, shaking his thick mane, or like Kailasa, with its flowing streams, or Aravada, rough with the tangled lotus fibers of the heavenly Ganges, or the milky ocean, all covered with flakes of bright foam. Then his father himself for that time took the Chamberlain's wand to make way for him, and he went to the Hall of Assembly and mounted the royal throne, like the moon on Meru's peak. Then, when he had received due homage from the kings, after a short pause the great drum that heralded his setting out on his triumphal course resounded deeply, under the stroke of golden drumsticks. Its sound was as the noise of clouds gathering at the day of doom, or the ocean struck by Mandara, or the foundations of earth by the earthquakes that close an aeon, or a portent cloud, with its flashes of lightning, or the hollow of hell by the blows of the snout of the great bore. And by it sound the spaces of the world were inflated, opened, separated, outspread, filled, turned sun-wise, and deepened, and the bonds that held the sky were unloosed. The echo of it wandered through the three worlds, for it was embraced in the lower world by sesha, with his thousand hoods raised and bristling in fear, it was challenged in space by the elephants of the quarters tossing their tusks in opposition, it was honored with sun-wise turns in the sky by the sun's steeds, tossing their heads in their snort of terror, it was wondrously answered on Kailasa's peak by Sivas Bol, with a roar of joy in the belief that it was his master's loudest laugh, it was met in Meru by Eravada, with deep trumpeting, It was reverenced in the Hall of the Gods by Yamaz-Bul, with his curved horns turned sideways in wrath at so strange a sound, and it was heard in terror by the guardian gods of the world. Then, at the roar of the drum, followed by an outcry of, all hail, from all sides, Kendrapada came down from the throne, and with him went the glory of his foes. He left the Hall of Assembly, followed by a thousand chiefs, who rose hastily around him, Strewing on all sides the large pearls that fell from the strings of their necklaces as they struck against each other, like rice sportively thrown as a good omen for their setting off to conquer the world. He showed like the coral tree amid the white buds of the culpa trees, or Aravada amid the elephants of the quarters be doing him with water from their trunks, or heaven, with the firmament showering stars, or the rainy season with clouds ever pouring heavy drops. Then an elephant was hastily brought by the Mahout, adorned with all auspicious signs for the journey, and on the inner विचार-विमर्शक बाषाक साहित बाषाक साहित बाषाक साहित बाषाक साहित बाषाक साहित बाषाक साहित बाषाक साहित बाषाक साहित बाषाक साहित बाषाक साहित बाषाक साहित बाषाक साहित बाषाक साहित बाषाक साहित बाषाक साहित बाषाक साहित बाषाक साहित ब fire of his own majesty, flashing forth after his coronation. He saw the earth bright as if with his own glow of loyalty when anointed as heir apparent, and the sky crimson as with the flame that heralded the swift destruction of his foes, and daylight rose it as with lack-juice from the feet of the Lakshmi of earth coming to greet him. On the way hosts of kings, with their thousand elephants swaying in confusion, their umbrellas broken by the pressure of the crowd, their crest jewels falling low as their diadems bent in homage, their earrings hanging down, and the jewels falling on their cheeks, bowed low before him, as a trusted general recited their names. The elephant Ganhamadana followed the prince, pink with much red lead, dangling to the ground his ear ornaments of pearls, having his head outlined with many a wreath of white flowers, like Meru with evening sunlight resting on it, the white stream of Ganges falling across it, and the spangled roughness of a bevy of stars on its peak. Before Kendrapida went in Dreada, led by his groom, perfumed with saffron and many hued, with the flash of golden trappings on his limbs. And so the expedition slowly started towards the eastern quarter. Then the whole army set forth with wondrous turmoil, with its forest of umbrellas stirred by the elephants' movements, like an ocean of destruction reflecting on its advancing waves of thousand moons, flooding the earth. When the prince left his palace by Campaena performed every auspicious rite, and then, clothed in white, anointed with an ointment of white flowers, accompanied by a great host of powerful kings, shaded by a white umbrella, followed close on the prince, mounted on a swift elephant, like a second crown prince, and drew near to him like the moon to the sun. Way the earth heard on all sides the cry, the crown prince has started, and shook with the weight of the advancing army. In an instant the earth seemed as it were made of horses, the horizon, of elephants, the atmosphere, of umbrellas, the sky, of forests of pennants, the wind, of the scent of icor, the human race, of kings, the eye, of the rays of jewels, the day, of crests, the universe, of cries of all hail. The dust rose at the advance of the army like a herd of elephants to tear up the lotuses of the sunbeams, or avail to cover the Lakshmi of the three worlds. Day became earthy, the quarters were modelled in clay, the sky was, as it were, resolved in dust, and the whole universe appeared to consist of but one element. When the horizon became clear again, by Kampayana, looking at the mighty host which seemed to rise from the ocean, was filled with wonder, and, turning his glance on every side, said to Kendrapida, What, Prince, has been left unconquered by the mighty King Terrapida, for thee to conquer. What regions unsubdued, for thee to subdue. What fortresses untaken, for thee to take. What continents unappropriated, for thee to appropriate. What treasures ungain'd, for thee to gain. What kings have not been humbled? By whom have the raised hands of salutation, soft as young lotuses, not been placed on the head? By whose brows, encircled with golden bands, have the floors of his halls not been polished? Whose crest jewels have not scraped his footstool? Who have not accepted his staff of office? Who have not waved his cowries? Who have not raised the cry of hail? who have not drunk in with the crocodiles of their crests, though. Radiance of his feet, like pure streams. For all these princes, though they are imbued with the pride of armies, ready in their rough play to plunge into the four oceans, though they are the peers of the great kings Dakaratha, Badjaratha, Bharata, Dilipa, Alarka, and Menathri, though they are anointed princes, soma drinkers, haughty in the pride of birth, yet they bear on the sprays of crests purified with the shower of the water of consecration the dust of thy feet of happy omen, like an amulet of ashes. By them as by fresh noble mountains, the earth is upheld. These their armies that have entered the heart of the ten regions follow thee alone. For lo! Wherever thy glances cast, hell seems to vomit forth armies, the earth to bear नाटक विचार-विमर्शक रेक। नाटक विचार-विमर्शक नाटक विचार-विमर्शक नाटक विचार-विमर्शक नाटक विचार-विमर्शक नाटक विचार-विमर्शक नाटक विचार-विमर्शक and methinks the earth, trampled by the weight of boundless hosts, recalls today the confusion of the battles of the Mahabharata. Here the sun wanders in the groves of penance, with his orb stumbling over their tops, as if he were trying, out of curiosity, to count the banners. The earth is ceaselessly submerged under Ikor sweet as cardamons, and flowing like a plate of hair, from the elephants who scatter it all round, and thick, too, with the murmur of the bees settling on it, so that it shines as if filled with the waves of Yamuna. The lines of moon-white flags hide the horizon, like rivers that in fear of being made turbid by the heavy host have fled to the sky. It is a wonder that the earth has not today been split into a thousand pieces by the weight of the army, and that the bonds of its joints, the noble mountains, are not burst asunder, and that the hoods of Sesha, the Lord of Serpents, in distress at the burden of earth pressed down under the load of troops, do not give way. While he was thus speaking, the prince reached his palace. It was adorned with many lofty triumphal arches, dotted with a thousand pavilions enclosed in grassy ramparts, and bright with many a tent of shining white cloth. Here he dismounted, and performed in kingly wise all-do-rights, and though the kings and ministers who had come together sought to divert him with various tales, he spent the rest of the day in sorrow, for his heart was tortured with bitter grief for his fresh separation from his father. When day was brought to a close he passed the night, too, mostly in sleeplessness, with Vikempayana resting on a couch not far from his own, and Patrolika sleeping hard by on a blanket placed on the ground, his talk was now of his father, now of his mother, now of Kokonasa, and he rested but little. But dawn he arose, and with an army that grew at every march, as it advanced in unchanged order, he hollowed the earth, shook the mountains, dried the rivers, emptied the lakes, crushed the woods to powder, leveled the crooked places, tore down the fortresses, filled up the hollows, and hollowed the solid ground. By degrees, as he wandered at will, he bowed the haughty, exalted the humble, encouraged the fearful, protected the suppliant, rooted out the vicious, and drove out the hostile. He anointed princes in different places, gathered treasures, accepted gifts, took tribute, taught local regulations, established monuments of his visit, made hymns of worship, and inscribed edicts. He honored Brahmins, reverenced saints, protected hermitages, and showed a prowess that won his people's love. He exalted his majesty, heaped up his glory, showed his virtues far and wide, and one renowned for his good deeds. Thus trampling down the woods on the shore, and turning the whole expanse of ocean to gray with the dust of his army, he wandered over the earth. The east was his first conquest, then the southern quarter, marked by Trikanku, then the western quarter, which has Verona for its sign, and immediately afterwards the northern quarter adorned by the seven rishis. Within the three years that he roamed over the world he had subdued the whole earth, with its continents, bounded only by the moat of four oceans. He then, wandering sun-wise, conquered an occupied Sivarnapura, not far from the eastern ocean, the abode of those Karadas who dwell near Kailasa, and are called Himajikudas, and as his army was weary from its worldwide wandering, he encamped there for a few days to rest. One day during his sojourn there he mounted Andreida to hunt, and as he roamed through the wood he beheld a pair of canaras wandering down at will from the mountains. Wondering at the strange sight, and eager to take them, he brought up his horse respectfully near them and approached them. But they hurried on, fearing the unknown sight of a man, and fleeing from him, while he pursued them, doubling Andreida's speed by frequent pats on his neck, and went on alone, leaving his army far behind. on by the idea that he was just catching them, he was born in an instant fifteen leagues from his own quarters by Andreida's speed as it were at one bound, and was left companion-less. The pair of Canaris he was pursuing were climbing a steep hill in front of him. He at length turned away his glance, which was following their progress, and, checked by the steepness of the ascent, reigned in Andreida. Then, seeing that both his horse and himself were tired and heated by their toils, He considered for a moment, and laughed at himself as he thought, Why have I thus wearied myself for nothing, like a child? What matters it whether I catch the pair of canaras or not? If caught, what is the good? If missed, what is the harm? What a folly this is! विचार-विमर्शक बाषाक साहित्य, समालोचना, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता My earnest labor and a worthy ambition has been brought to naught. Why have I been so mad as to leave my followers behind and come so far? And why have I earned for myself the ridicule I should bestow on another, when I think how aimlessly I have followed these monsters with their horses' heads? I know not how far off is the army that follows me. For the swiftness of Andrei at a traverse is a vast space in a moment, and his speed prevented my noticing as I came by what path I should turn back, for my eyes were fixed on the canars, and now I am in a great forest, spread underfoot with dry leaves, with a dense growth of creepers, underwood, and branching trees. Rome as I may hear I cannot light on any mortal who can show me the way to Svarnapura. I have often heard that Svarnapura is the farthest bound of earth to the north, and that beyond it lies a supernatural forest, and beyond that again is Kailasa. This then is Kailasa, so I must turn back now, and resolutely seek to make my way unaided to the south. For a man must bear the fruit of his own faults. With this purpose he shook the reins in his left hand, and turned the horse's head. Then he again reflected, the blessed sun with glowing light now adorns the south, as if he were the zone gem of the glory of day. day. In dreata is tired, I will just let him eat a few mouthfuls of grass, and then let him bathe and drink in some mountain rail or river, and when he is refreshed I will myself drink some water, and after resting a short time under the shade of a tree, I will set out again. So thinking, constantly turning his eyes on every side for water, he wandered till at length he saw a track wet with masses of mud raised by the feet of a large troop of mountain elephants, who had lately come up from bathing in a lotus pool. In furring dense that there was water near, he went straight on along the slope of Kailasa, the trees of which, closely crowded as they were, seemed, from their lack of boughs, to be far apart, for they were mostly pines, cow, and gum-olibbenum trees, and were lofty, and like a circle of umbrellas, to be gazed at with upraised head. There was thick yellow sand, and by reason of the stony soil the grass and shrubs were but scanty. At length he beheld, on the northeast of Kailasa, a very lofty clump of trees, rising like a mass of clouds, heavy with its weight of rain, and massed as if with the darkness of A. Night in the dark fortnight. The wind from the waves, soft as sandal, dewy, cool from passing over the water, aromatic with flowers, met him, and seen to woo him, and the cries of Callahams as drunk with lotus-honey, charming his ear, summoned him to enter. So he went into that clump, and in its midst beheld the Akkoda Lake, as if it were the mirror of the Lakshmi of the three worlds, the crystal chamber of the goddess of earth, the path by which the waters of ocean escape, the oozing of the quarters, the avatar of part of the sky, Kailasa taught to flow, Himavat liquefied, moonlight melted, a smile turned to water, the merit of the three worlds abiding in the shape of a lake, a range of hills of lapis lazuli changed into water, or a mass of. Autumn clouds poured down in one spot. From its clearness it might be Varanus' mirror, it seemed to be fashioned of the hearts of ascetics, the virtues of good men, the bright eyes of deer, or the rays of pearls. Like the person of a great man, it showed clearly the signs of fish, crocodile, tortoise, and cock-ra, like the story of Kartikey, the lamentations of the wives of Kronka resounded in it, it was shaken by the wings of white Daraastras, as the Mahabharata by the rivalry of Pandavas and Daraastras, and the drinking of poison by Siva was represented by the drinking of its water by peacocks, as if it were the time of the churning of ocean. It was fair, like a god, with a gaze that never wavers. Like a feudal argument, It seemed to have no end, and was a lake most fair and gladdening to the eyes. The very sight of it seemed to remove Kendrapida's wearingness, and as he gazed he thought, though my pursuit of the horse-faced pair was fruitless, yet now that I see this lake it has gained its reward. My eyes reward in beholding all that is to be seen has now been one, the furthest point of all fair things seen, the limit विचार-विमर्चि। विचार-विमर्चि। विचार-विमर्चि। विचार-विमर्चि। विचार-विमर्चि। विचार-विमर्चि। विचार-विमर्चि। विचार-विमर्चि। विचार-विमर्चि। विचार-विमर्चि। sight beheld. By creating this lake water, sweet as nectar, the Creator has made His own labor of creation superfluous. For this, too, like the nectar that gladdens all the senses, produces joy to the eye by its purity, offers the pleasure of touch by its coolness, gladdens the sense of smell by the fragrance of its lotuses, pleases the ear with the ceaseless murmur of its hamsas, and delights the taste with its sweetness. it is from eagerness to behold this that Siva leaves not his infatuation for dwelling on Kailasa. Surely Krishna no longer follows his own natural desire as to a watery couch, for he sleeps on the ocean, with its water bitter with salt, and leaves this water sweet as nectar. Nor is this, in sooth, the primeval lake, for the earth, when fearing the blows of the tusks of the bore of destruction, entered the ocean, all the waters of which were designed but to be a draft for Agistia, whereas, if it had plunged into this mighty lake, deep as many deep hells, it could not have been reached, I say not by one, but not even by a thousand boars. Verily it is from this lake that the clouds of doom at the seasons of final destruction draw little by little their water when they overwhelm the interstices of the universe, and darken all the quarters with their destroying storm. And methinks that the world, Brahma's egg, which in the beginning of creation was made of water, was massed together and placed here under the guise of a lake. So thinking, he reached the south bank, dismounted and took off and dred his harness, and the latter rolled on the ground, arose, ate some mouthfuls of grass, and then the prince took him down to the lake, and let him drink and bathe at will. After that, the prince took off his bridle, bound two of his feet by a golden chain to the lower bow of a tree hard-by, and, cutting off with his daggers some durva grass from the bank of the lake, threw it before the horse, and went back himself to the water. He washed his hands, and feasted, like the kataka, on water, like the kakravaka, he tasted pieces of lotus fiber, like the moon with its beams, he touched the moon lotuses with his fingertips, like a snake, he welcomed the breeze of the waves, like one wounded with love's arrows, he placed a covering of lotus leaves on his breast, like a mountain elephant, when the tip of his trunk is wet with spray, he adorned his hands with spray-washed lotuses. Then with dewy lotus leaves, with freshly broken fibers, he made a couch on a rock-embowered in creepers, and rolling up his cloak for a pillow, lay down to sleep. After a short rest, he heard on the north bank of the lake a sweet sound of unearthly — born on the ear, and blent with the cords of the vena. Indreada heard it first, and letting fall the grass he was eating, with ears fixed and neck arched, turned towards the voice. The prince, as he heard it, rose from his lotus couch in curiosity to see whence this song could arise in a place deserted by men, and cast his glance towards the region, but, from the great distance, he was unable, though he strained his eyes to the utmost, discern anything, although he ceaselessly heard the sound. Desiring in his evenness to know its source, he determined to depart, and saddling and mounting in dreida, he set forth by the western forest path, making the song his goal, the deer, albeit unasked, were his guides, as they rushed on in front, delighting in the music. Welcomed by the breezes of Kailasa, he went towards that spot, which was surrounded by trees on all sides and at the foot of the slope of Kailasa, on the left bank of the lake, called Kandraprabha, which whitened the whole region with a splendor as of moonlight, he beheld an empty temple of Siva. As he entered the temple he was whitened by the falling on him of Katakipalan, tossed by the wind, as if for the sake of seeing Siva he had been forcibly made to perform a vow of putting on ashes, or as if he were robed in the pure merits of entering the temple, and, in a crystal shrine resting on four pillars, he beheld Siva, the forefaced, teacher of the world, the God whose feet are honored by the universe, with his emblem, the linga, made of pure pearl. Homage had been paid to the deity by shining lotuses of the heavenly Ganges, that might be mistaken for crests of pearls, freshly plucked and wet, with drops falling from the ends of their leaves, like fragments of the moon's disc split and set upright, Or like parts of Siva's own smile, or scraps of seshes hood, or brothers of Krishna's conch, or the heart of the milky ocean. But seated in a posture of meditation, to the right of the God, facing Him, can drape it a beheld the maiden. वाव्डिन वाव्डिन वाव्डिन वाव्डिन वाव्डिन वाव्डिन वाव्डिन वाव्डिन वाव्डिन वाव्डिन वाव्डिन वाव्डिन वाव्डिन वाव्डिन वाव्डिन वाव्डिन वाव्डिन वाव्डिन वाव्डिन वाव्डिन वाव्डिन वाव्डिन वा form concealed her limbs as though she had entered a crystal shrine, or had plunged into a sea of milk, or were hidden in spotless silk, or were caught on the surface of a mirror, or were veiled in autumn clouds. She seemed to be fashioned from the quintessence of whiteness, without the bevy of helps for the creation of the body that consists of matter formed of the five gross elements. She was like sacrifice impersonate, come to worship Siva, in fear of being seized by the unworthy, or rithi, undertaking a rite of propitiation to conciliate him, for the sake of Kama's body, or Lakshmi, goddess of the milky ocean, longing for a digit of Siva's moon, her familiar friend of yours when they dwelt together in the deep, or the embodied moon seeking Siva's protection from Rahu, or the beauty of Aravada, come to fulfill Siva's wish to wear an elephant's skin, or the brightness of the smile on the right face of Siva become manifest and taking a separate abode, or the white ash with which Siva besprinkles himself, in bodily shape, or moonlight made manifest to dispel the darkness of Siva's neck, or the embodied purity of Gauri's mind, or the impersonate chastity of Kartikey, or the brightness of Siva's bowl, dwelling apart from his body, or the wealth of flowers on the temple trees come of themselves to worship Siva, or the fulness of Brahma's penance come down to earth, or the glory of the Prajapatis of the golden age, resting after the fatigue of wandering through the seven worlds, or the three Vedas, dwelling in the woods in grief at the overthrow of righteousness in the Kali age, or the germ of a future golden age, in the form of a maiden, or the fullness of a muni's contemplation, in human shape, or a troop of heavenly elephants, falling into confusion on reaching the heavenly Ganges, or the beauty of Kailasa. Even in dread of being uprooted by Ravana, or the Lakshmi of the Kveta Vipa come to behold another continent, or the grace of an opening kaka-blossom looking for the autumn, or the brightness of Sesh's body leaving hell and come to earth, or the brilliance of Borama, which had left him in weariness of his intoxication, or a succession of bright fortnight's mass together. She seemed from her whiteness to have taken a share from all the hamsas, or to have come from the heart of righteousness, or to have been fashioned from a shell, or drawn from a pearl, or formed from lotus fibers, or made of flakes of ivory, or purified by brushes of moonbeams, or inlaid with lime, or whitened with foamballs of ambrosia, or laved in streams of quicksilver, or rubbed with melted silver, or dug out from the moon's orb, or decked with the hues of Kataja, Jasmine, and Sinduvarah. She seemed, in truth, to be the very furthest bound of whiteness. Her head was bright with matted locks hanging on her shoulders, made, as it were, of the brightness of morning rays taken from the sun on the eastern mountain, tawny like the quivering splendor of flashing lightning, and, being wet from recent bathing, marked with the dust of Sivah's feet clasped in her devotion, she bore Sivah's feet marked with his name in jewels on her head, fastened with a band of hair, and her brow had a sectarial mark of ashes pure as the dust of stars ground by the heels of the sun's horses. She was a goddess, and her age could not be known by earthly reckoning, but she resembled a maiden of eighteen summers. Having beheld her, Candrapeta dismounted, tied his horse to a bow, and then, reverently bowing before the blessed Siva, gazed again on that heavenly maiden with a steady unswerving glance. And as her beauty, grace, and serenity stirred his wonder, the thought arose in him, how in this world each matter in its turn becomes of no value. For when I was pursuing the pair of Canaris wantonly and vainly I beheld this most beautiful place, inaccessible to men, and haunted by the immortals. Then in my search for water I saw this delightful Lake sought by the Siddas. While I rested on its bank I heard a divine song, and as I followed the sound, this divine maiden, too fair for mortal sight, met my eyes. For I cannot doubt her divinity. Her very beauty proclaims her a goddess. And whence in the world of men could there arise such harmonies of heavenly minstrelsy? If, therefore, she vanishes not from my site, nor mounts the summit of Kailasa. नाटक विचार-विमर्शक रेक। नाटक विचार-विमर्शक रेक। नाटक विचार-विमर्शक रेक। नाटक विमर्शक रेक। नाटक विमर्शक रेक। नाटक विमर्शक रेक। नाटक विमर्शक रेक। basins to Siva, and then turning round, with a glance by nature clear, and by the power. Of Penance confident, she, as it were, gave courage to Kendrapada, as if thereby she were sprinkling him with merits, leaving him with holy water, purifying him with Penance, freeing him from stain, giving him his heart's desire, and leading him to purity. Hail to my guest, said she. How has my Lord reached this place? Rise, draw near, and receive a guest's due welcome. So she spake, and he, deeming himself honored even by her daining to speak with him, reverently arose and bowed before her. As thou biddest, lady, he replied, and showed his courtesy by following in her steps like a pupil. And on the way he thought, lo, even when she beheld me she did not vanish. Truly a hope of asking her questions has taken hold of my heart. And when I see the courteous welcome, rich in kindness, of this maiden, for though she be with a beauty rare in aesthetics, I surely trust that at my petition she will tell me all her story. Having gone about a hundred paces, he beheld a cave, with its entrance veiled by dense tameless, showing even by day and night of their own, its edge was vocal with the glad bees' deep murmur on the bowers of creepers with their opening blossoms. It was bedoed with torrents that in their sheer descent fell in foam, dashing against the white rock and cleft by the ax-like points of the jagged cliff. With a shrill crash as the cold spray rose up and broke, it was like a mass of waving cowries. Hanging from a door, from the cascade streaming down on either side, white as Sivis' smile, or as pearly frost. Within was a circle of jeweled pitchers. On one side hung a veil worn in sacred meditation, a clean pair of shoes made of coconut matting hung on a peg, one corner held a bark bed gray with dust scattered by the ashes the maiden wore, the place of honor was filled by a bowl of shell carved with a chisel, like the orb of the moon, and close by there stood a gourd of ashes. On the rock at the entrance Candrapada took his seat, and when the maiden, having laid her loot on the pillow of the bark bed, took in a leafy cup some water from the cascade to offer to her guest, and he said as she approached, enough of these thy great toils. Seize this excess of grace. We persuaded, lady, let this too great honor be abandoned. The very sight of thee, like the Agamarshana him, stills all evil and suffoceth for purification. Dane to take thy seat. Yet being urged by her, he reverently, with head bent low, accepted all the homage she gave to her guest. When her cares for her guest were over, she sat down on another rock, and after a short silence he told, at her request, the whole story of his coming in pursuit of the pair of Canaris, beginning with his expedition of conquest. The maiden then rose, and, taking a begging bowl, wandered among the trees round the temple, and ere long her bowl was filled with fruits that had fallen of their own accord. As she invited Candrapada to the enjoyment of them, the thought arose in his heart, of a truth that is not beyond the power of penance. For it is a great marvel how the lords of the forest, albeit devoid of sense, yet, like beings endowed with sense, gain honor for themselves by casting down their fruits for this maiden. A wondrous sight is this, and one never seen before. So, marveling yet more, he brought Andreida to that spot, unsaddled him, and tied him up hard by. Then, having bathed in the torrent, he per-took of the fruits, sweet as ambrosia, and drank the cool water of the cascade, and having rinsed his mouth, he waited apart while the maiden enjoyed her repast of water, roots, and fruit. When her meal was ended and she had set her evening prayer, and taken her seat fearlessly on the rock, the prince quietly approached her, and sitting down near her, paused a while and then respectfully said, Lady, the folly that besets mankind impels me even against my will to question thee, and bewildered by a curiosity that has taken courage from that kindness. For even the slightest grace of a lord emboldens a weak nature, even a short time spent together creates intimacy. Even a slight acceptance of homage produces affection. देर्फोर, अछिद विरी दि नाथ, अछिद विरी दि नाथ, अछिद विरी दि नाथ, अछिद विरी दि नाथ, अछिद नाथ, अछिद नाथ, अछिद नाथ, अछिद नाथ, अछिद नाथ, अछिद नाथ, अछिद नाथ, अछिद नाथ, अछिद नाथ, अछिद नाथ from this Thy peace from all thoughts of earth. This is marvelous in mine eyes. And wherefore hast Thou left the heavenly hermitages that gods may win, and that hold all things needful for the highest saints, to dwell alone in this deserted wood? And whereby hath Thy body, though formed of the five gross elements, put on this pure whiteness? Never have I heard or seen-ought such as this. I pray thee dispel my curiosity, and tell me all I ask. For a little time she pondered his request in silence, and then she began to weep noiselessly, and her eyes were blinded by tears which fell in large drops, carrying with them the purity of her heart, showering down the innocence of her senses, distilling the essence of asceticism, dropping in a liquid form the brightness of her eyes, most pure, falling on her white cheeks like a broken string of pearls, unceasing, splashing on her bosom covered by the bark robe. And as he beheld her weeping can drapita reflected, how hardly can misfortune be warded off, if it takes for its own a beauty like this, which one might have deemed beyond its might. Of a truth there is none whom the sorrows of life in the body leave untouched. Strong indeed is the working of the opposed powers of pleasure and pain. her tears have created in me a further curiosity, even greater than before. It is no slight grief that can take its abode in a form like hers. For it is not a feeble blow that causes the earth to tremble. While his curiosity was thus increased he felt himself guilty of recalling her grief, and rising, brought in his folded hand from the torrent some water to bathe her face. But she, though the torrent of her tears was in no wise checked by his gentleness, bathed her reddened eyes, and drying her face with the edge of her bark robe, slowly said with a long and bitter sigh, Wherefore, Prince, wilt thou hear the story of my ascetic life, all unfit for thy ears. For cruel has been my heart, hard my destiny, and evil my condition, even for my birth. Still, if thy desire to know be great, harken! It has come within the range of our hearing, usually directed to auspicious knowledge, But there are in the abode of the gods maidens called Absurases. Of these there are fourteen families. One sprung from the mind of Brahma, another from the Vedas, another from fire, another from the wind, another from nectar when it was churned, another from water, another from the sun's rays, another from the moon's beams, another from earth, and another from lightning. One was fashioned by death, and another created by love. besides, Daksha, father of all, had among his many daughters too, Muni and Arista, and from their union with the Gondarves were. Sprung the other two families. These are, in sum, the fourteen races. But from the Gondarves and the daughters of Daksha sprang these two families. Here Muni bore a sixteenth son, by name Satreitha, who excelled in virtue Senna and all the rest of his fifteen brothers. For his heroism was famed through the three worlds, his dignity was increased by the name of friend, bestowed by Indra, whose lotus feet are caressed by the crests of the gods cast down before him, and even in childhood he gained the sovereignty of all the Gandharvas by a right arm tinged with the flashing of his sword. Not far. Hence, north of the land of Bharata, is his dwelling, Hemakutta, a boundary mountain in the Kimpurusha country. There, protected by his arm, dwell innumerable gondarves. By him this pleasant wood, Chitreretha, was made, this great lake Akkoda was dug out, and this image of Siva was fashioned. But the son of Arishta, in the second gondarve family, was as a child anointed king by Chitreretha, lord of the gondarves, and now holds royal rank, and with a countless retinue of gondarves dwells likewise on this mountain. Now, from that family of apso-races which sprang from the moon's nectar was born a maiden, fashioned as though by the grace of all the moon's digits poured in one stream, gladdening the eyes of the universe, moonbeam fair, in name and nature a second gory. Herhamsa, lord of the second family, would, as the milky ocean the Ganges, with him नाटक विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्विम्श्� I spent my childhood, past from lap to lap of the gondar of dames, like a loot, as I murmured the prattle of babyhood, ignorant as yet of the sorrows of love, but in time fresh youth came to me as the honey-month to the spring, fresh shoots to the honey-month, flowers to the fresh shoots, bees to the flowers, and honey to the bees. Double quotes and one day in the month of honey I went down with my mother to the Akota Lake to bathe, when its beauties were spread wide in the spring, and all its lotuses were in flower, double quotes. I worshiped the pictures of Siva, attended by Bringeriti, which were carved on the rocks of the bank by Parvati when she came down to Bath, and which had the reverential attendance of ascetics portrayed by the thin footprints left in the dust. How beautiful! I cried, Is this bower of creepers, with its clusters of flowers of which the bee's weight has broken the center and bowed the filaments, this mango is fully in flower, and the honey pours through the holes in the stalks of its buds, which the cuckoo's sharp claws have pierced, how cool this sandal avenue, which the serpents, terrified at the murmur of hosts of wild peacocks, have deserted, how delightful the waving creepers, which betray by their fallen blossoms the swinging of the wood. Nymphs upon them, how pleasant the foot of the trees on the bank where the callahansas have left the line of their steps imprinted in the pollen of many a flower. One on thus by the ever-growing charms of the wood, I wandered with my companions. And at a certain spot I smelt the fragrance of a flower strongly borne on the wind, overpowering that of all the rest, though the wood was in full blossom, it drew near, and by its great sweetness seemed to anoint, to delight, and to fill the sense of smell. Bees followed it, seeking to make it their own, it was truly a perfume unknown here to fore, and fit for the gods. I, too, eager to learn whence it came, with eyes turned into buds, and drawn on like a bee by that scent, and attracting to me the callahamsas of the lake by the jangling of my anklets loudly clashed in the tremulous speed of my curiosity, advanced a few steps and beheld a graceful youthful ascetic coming down to bathe. He was like spring-doing penance in grief for love made the fuel of Siva's fire, or the crescent on Siva's brow performing a vow to win a full orb, or love restrained in his eagerness to conquer Siva, by his great splendor he appeared to be girt by a cage of quivering lightning, and bosomed in the globe of the summer sun, or encircled in the flames of a furnace, by the brightness of his form, flashing forth ever more and more, yellow as lamplight, he made the grove a tawny gold, his locks were yellow and soft like an amulet dyed in Goracana. The line of ashes on his brow made him like Ganges with the line of a fresh sandbank, as though it were a sandalmark to win Sarasvati, and played the part of a banner of holiness, his eyebrows were an arch rising high over the abode of men's curses, his eyes were so long that he seemed to wear them as a chaplet, he shared with the deer the beauty of their glance, his nose was long in aquiline, the citron of his lower lip was rosy as with the glow of youth, which was refused an entrance to his heart. With his beardless cheek he was like a fresh lotus, the filaments of which have not yet been tossed by the bees in their sport, he was adorned with a sacrificial thread like the bent string of love's bow, or a filament from the lotus grove of the pool of penance, in one hand he bore a pitcher like a cassara fruit with its stalk, in the other a crystal rosary, strong as it were with the tears of wreathe wailing in grief for love's death. His loins were girt with a mungergrass girdle, as though he had assumed a halo, having Outvide the sun by his innate splendor, the office of Vestcher was performed by the bark of the heavenly coral tree, bright as the pink eyelid of an old partridge, and washed in the waves of the heavenly Ganges, he was the ornament of ascetic life, the youthful grace of holiness, the delight of Sarasvati, the chosen Lord of all the sciences, and the meeting place of all divine tradition. He had, like the summer season, his Aschata, he had, like a winter wood, the brightness of opening millet, and he had liked the month of honey, a face adorned with white tilica. With him there was a youthful ascetic gathering flowers to worship the gods, his equal in age and a friend worthy of himself. Then I saw a wondrous spray of flowers. नाटक आविचार-विमर्शक रेक। नाटक आविचार-विमर्शक रेक। नाटक आविचार-विमर्शक रेक। नाटक आविचार-विमर्शक रेक। नाटक आविचार-विमर्शक रेक। नाटक आविचार-विमर्शक रेक। adorned's love's elephant, it was wooed by the bees, the pleiades lented their grace, and its honey was nectar. Surely, I decided, this is the fragrance which makes all other flowers scentless, and gazing at the youthful ascetic, the thought arose in my mind, ah, how lavish is the Creator who has skilled to produce the highest perfection of form, for he has compounded comma of all miraculous beauty, excelling the universe, and yet has created this ascetic even more fair, surpassing him, like a second love-god, born of enchantment. Me thinks that when Brahma made the moon's orb to gladden the world, and the lotus is to be Lakshmi's palace of delight, he was but practicing to gain skill for the creation of this ascetic's face, why else should such things be created? Surely it is false that the sun with its rays Sushumna drinks all the digits of the moon as it wanes in the dark fortnight, for their beams are cast down to enter this fair form. How otherwise could there be such grace in one who lives in weary penance, beauty's destroyer? As I thus thought, love, beauty's firm adherent, who knows not good from ill, and who is ever at hand to the young, enthralled me, together with my sighs, as the madness of spring takes captive the bee. Then with a right eye gazing steadily, the eyelashes half closed, the iris darkened by the pupil's tremulous side long glance, I looked long on him. With this glance I, as it were, drank him in, besought him, told him I was holy his, offered my heart, tried to enter into him with my whole soul, sought to be absorbed in him, implored his protection to save love's victim, showed my suppliant state that asked for a place in his heart, and though I asked myself, what is this shameful feeling that has arisen in me, unseemly and unworthy and noble maiden, yet knowing this? I could not master myself, but with great difficulty stood firm, gazing. At him. For I seem to be paralyzed, or in a picture, or scattered abroad, or bound, or in a trance, and yet in wondrous wise upheld, as though when my limbs were failing, support was. At the same moment given, for I know not how one can be certain in a matter that can neither be told nor taught, and that is not capable of being told, for it is only learnt from within. Can it be ascertained as presented by his beauty, or by my own mind, or by love, or by youth or affection, or by any other causes? I cannot tell. Lifted up and dragged towards him by my senses, led forward by my heart, burged from behind by love, I yet by a strong effort restrained my impulse. Straightway a storm of sighs went forth unceasingly, prompted by love as he strove to find place within me, and my bosom heaved as longing to speak earnestly to my heart, and then I thought to myself, What an unworthy action is this a vile comma, who surrenders me to this cold ascetic free from all thoughts of love. Truly, the heart of woman is foolish exceedingly, since it cannot weigh the fitness of that which it loves. For what has this bright home of glory and penance to do with the stirrings of love that meaner men welcome? Surely in his heart he scorns me for being thus deceived by comma. Strange it is that I who know this cannot restrain my feeling. Other maidens, indeed, laying shame aside, have of their own accord gone to their lords, others have been maddened by that reckless love-god, but not as I am here alone. How in that one moment has my heart been thrown into turmoil by the mere sight of his form, and passed from my control? For time for knowledge and good qualities always make love invincible. It is best for me to leave this place while I yet have my senses, and while he does not clearly see this my hateful folly of love. Perchance if he sees in me the effects of a love he cannot approve, he will in wrath make me feel his curse. For ascetics are ever prone to wrath. Thus having resolved, I was eager to depart, but, remembering that holy men should be reverence by all, I made an obeisance to him with eyes turned to his face, eye lashes motionless, not glancing downwards, my cheek uncorrest by the flowers dancing in my ears, my garland tossing on my waving hair, and my jeweled earrings swinging on my shoulders. As I thus bent, the irresistible command of love, the inspiration of the spring, the charm of the place, the forwardness of youth, the unsteadiness of the senses, the impatient longing for earthly goods, the fickleness of the mind, the destiny that rules events backslash, in a word, my own cruel fate, and the fact that all my trouble was caused by him. विश्वाविमर्शक विश्वाविमर्शक विश्वाविमर्शक विश्वाविमर्शक विश्वाविमर्शक विश्वाविमर्शक विश्वाविमर्शक विश्वाविमर्शक विश्वाविमर्शक विश्वाविमर्शक विश्वाविमर्शक विश्वाविमर्शक विश्� turned the spot to a very lotus grove, so that the ten regions were filled by the long rays coming forth like. Masses of open lotuses that had of their own accord left the Akkota lake and were rising to the sky, double quotes. By the manifest change in him my love was redoubled, and I fell that moment into a state I cannot describe, all unworthy of my caste. Surely, I reflected, Kama himself teaches this play of the eye, though generally after a long happy love love, else Wince comes this ascetic's gaze. For his mind is unversed in the mingled feelings of earthly joys, and yet his eyes, though they have never learnt the art, pour forth the stream of love's sweetness, rain-nector, are half-closed by joy, are slow with distress, heavy with sleep, roaming with pupils tremulous and languid with the weight of gladness, and yet bright with the play of his eyebrows. Once comes this exceeding skill that tells the heart's longing wordlessly by a glance alone. Impelled by these thoughts I advanced, and bowing to the second young ascetic, his companion, I asked, What is the name of? His reverence. Of what ascetic is he the sun? From what tree is this garland woven? For it sent, hitherto unknown, and of rare sweetness, Kindle's great curiosity in me. With a slight smile, he replied, Maiden, what needs this question? But I will enlighten thy curiosity. Listen, double quotes. There dwells in the world of gods a great sage, Khvetaketu, his noble character is famed through the universe, his feet are honored by bands of Siddhas, gods and demons, his beauty, exceeding that of Nalukubra, is dear to the three worlds, and gladdens the hearts of goddesses. Once upon a time, when seeking lotuses for the worship of the gods, he went down to the heavenly Ganges, which lay white as Sivva's smile, while its water was studded as with peacock's eyes by the eye-core of Aravada. Straightway Lakshmi, enthroned on a thousand-pedaled white lotus close by, beheld him coming down among the flowers, and looking on him, she drank in his beauty with eyes half closed by love, and quivering with weight of joyous tears, and with her slender fingers laid on her softly opening lips, and her heart was disturbed by love, by her glance alone she won his affection. A son was born, and taking him in her arms with the words, Take him, for he is thine, she gave him to Quediquitu, who performed all the rites of a son's birth, and called him Ponderica, because he was born in a Ponderica lotus. Moreover, after initiation, he led him through the whole circle of the arts. This is Pandarika whom you see. And this spray comes from the Parahata tree, which rose when the milky ocean was churned by gods and demons. How it gained a place in his ear contrary to his vow, I will now tell. This being the fourteenth day of the month, he started with me from heaven to worship Siva, who had gone to Kailasa. On the way, near the Nindana wood, a nymph, drunk with the juice of flowers, wearing fresh mango shoots in her ear, veiled completely by garlands falling to the knees, girt with cassara flowers, and resting on the fair hand lent her by the Lakshmi of spring, took this spray of parahata, and bending low, thus addressed Pundarika, Sir, let, I pray, this thy form, that gladdens the eyes of the universe. Have this spray as its fitting adornment, let it be placed on the tip of thy ear, for it has. us. But the playfulness that belongs to a garland, let the birth of the parahata now reap its full blessing. At her words, his eyes were cast down in modesty at the praise he so well deserved, and he turned to depart without regarding her, but as I saw her following us, I said, What is the harm, friend? Let her courteous gift be accepted, and so by force, against his will, the spray adorns his ear. Now all has been told, who he is, whose son, and what this flower is, and how it has been raised to his ear. When he had thus spoken, Ponderica said to me with a slight smile, ah, curious maiden, why didst thou take the trouble to ask this? If the flower, with its sweet scent, please thee, do thou accept it, and it नाटक विपाषाक साहित्य, समालोचना, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, In the pleasure of touching my cheek, did not see that from his tremulous fingers he had dropped his rosary at the same time as his timidity, but before it reached the ground I seized it, and playfully placed it on my neck, where it wore the grace of a necklace unlike all others, while I learnt the joy of having my neck clasped, as it were, by his arm. As our hearts were thus occupied with each other, my umbrella-bearer addressed me, Princess, the Queen has bathed. It is nearly time to go home. Do thou, therefore, also bathe? At her words, like a newly caught elephant, rebellious at the first touch of the new hook, I was unwillingly dragged away, and as I went down to bathe, I could hardly withdraw my eyes, for they seemed to be drowned in the ambrosial beauty of his face, or caught in the. Thicket of my thrilling cheek, or pinned down by love shafts, or sewn fast by the cords of his charms. Meanwhile, the second young ascetic, seeing that he was losing his self-control, gently up-braided him, Dear Pundarika, this is unworthy of thee. This is the way trodden by common men. For the good are rich in self-control. Why dost thou, like a man of low caste, fail to restrain the turmoil of thy soul? Whence comes this hitherto unknown assault of the senses, which so transforms thee? Here is Thine old firmness. Where Thy conquest of the senses. Where Thy self-control. Where Thy calm of mind, Thine inherited holiness, Thy carelessness of earthly things. Where the teaching of Thy guru, Thy learning of the Vedas, Thy results of asceticism, Thy hatred of pleasure, Thy conversion to vain delights, Thy passion for penance, Thy distaste for enjoyments, Thy rule over the impulses of youth. All knowledge is fruitless, study of holy books is useless, initiation has lost its meaning, pondering the teaching of gurus avails not, proficiency is worthless, learning leads to not, since even men like thee are stained by the touch of passion, and overcome by folly. Thou dost not even see that thy rosary has fallen from thy hand, and has been carried away. Alas! How good sense fails in men thus struck down! Hold back this heart of thine, for this worthless girl is seeking to carry it away." To these words he replied, with some shame, Dear Copangala, why dost thou thus misunderstand me? I am not one to endure this reckless girl's offense in taking my rosary, and with his moon-like face beautiful in its feigned wrath, and adorned the more by the dread frown he tried to assume, while his lip trembled with longing to kiss me, he said to me, Playful Then thou shalt not move a step from this place without giving back my rosary. Thereupon I loosed from my neck a single row of pearls as the flower offering that begins a dance in comma's honor, and placed it in his outstretched hand, while his eyes were fixed on my face, and his mind was far away. I started to bathe, but how I started I know not, for my mother and my companions could hardly leave me away by force, like a river driven backwards, and I went home thinking only of him, double quotes. And entering the maiden's dwelling, I began straightway to ask myself in my grief at his loss, Am I really back, or still there? Am I alone, or with my maidens? Am I silent, or beginning to speak? Am I awake or asleep? Do I weep or hold back my tears? Is this joy or sorrow, longing or despair, misfortune or gladness, day or night. Are these things pleasures or pains? All this I understood not. In my ignorance of love's course, I knew not whither to go, what to do, hear, see, or speak, whom to tell, nor what remedy to seek. Entering the maiden's palace, I dismissed my friends at the door, and shut out my attendance, and then, putting aside all my occupations, I stood alone with my face against the jeweled window. I gazed at the region which, in its possession of him, was richly decked, endowed with great treasure, overflowed by the ocean of nectar, adorned with the rising of the full moon, and most fair to behold, I longed to ask his doings even of the breeze wafed it from thence, or of the scent of the woodland flowers, or of the song of the birds. I envied even the toils of penance for his devotion to them. For his sake, in the blind adherents of love, I took a vow of silence. I attributed grace to the ascetic garb, because he accepted it, beauty to youth because he owned it, charm to the parahata flower because it touched his ear, delight to heaven because he dwelt there, an invincible power to love because he was so fair. Though far away, I turned towards him as the lotus bed to the sun, the tide to the moon, or the peacock to the cloud. I bore on my neck his rosary, like a charm against the loss of the life stricken by his absence. I stood motionless, though a thrill made the down on my cheek like a Kadamba flower earring, as it rose from the joy of being touched by his hand, and from the parahata spray in my ear, which spoke sweetly to me of him, double quotes. Now my beetle bearer, Turalica, had been with me to bathe, she came back after me rather late, and softly addressed me in my sadness, Princess, one of those godlike aesthetics we saw on the bank of Lake Okoda backslash, he by whom this spray of the heavenly tree was placed in thy ear backslash, as I was following thee, eluded the glance of his other self, and approaching me with soft steps between the branches of a flowering creeper, asked me concerning thee, same, damsel, who is this maiden? Whose daughter is she? What is her name? And with her goes she. I replied, she has sprung from Gori, an absaara of the moon race, and her father Hamsa is king of all the gondarves, the nails of his feet are burnished by the tips of the jeweled agrets on the turbans of all the gondarves, his tree-like arms are marked by the cosmetics on the cheeks of his gondarve wives, and the lotus hand of Lakshmi forms his footstool. The princess is named Mahakvita, and she has set out now for the hill of Hemakuta, the abode of the gondarves. When this tale had been told by me, he thought silently for a moment, and then looking long at me with a steady gaze, as if gently in treating me, he said, Damsel, thy form, young as thou art, is a fair promise, and augurs truth in steadfastness. Grant me, therefore, one request. Courteously raising my hands, I reverently replied, Wherefore say this? Who am I? In great sold men such as thou, meet for the honor of the whole universe, dain to cast even their sin-removing glance on one like me, their act wins merit backslash, much more if they give a command. Say, therefore, freely what is to be done? Let me be honored by thy bidding. Thus addressed, he saluted me with a kindly glance, as a friend, a helper, or a giver of life, in taking a shoot from a tamala tree hard by, he crushed it on the stones of the bank, broke off a piece from his upper bark garment as a tablet, and with the tamala juice, sweet as the icor of a ganda elephant, wrote with the nail of the little finger of his lotus hand, and placed it in my hand, saying, Let this letter be secretly given by thee to that maiden when alone. With these words she drew it from the beetle box and showed it to me, double quotes. As I took from her hand that bark letter, I was filled with this talk about him, which, though but a sound, produced the joy of contact, and though for the years alone, had its pervading presence in all my limbs manifested by a thrill, as if it were a spell to invoke love, and in his letter I beheld these lines, a handsome on the monest lake, lured by a creeper's treacherous shine, my heart is led a weary chase, lured by that pearly wreath of thine. Double Quotes By the reading of this, an even greater change for the worse was wrought in my lovesick mind, as in one who has lost his way, by also losing his bearings, as in a blind man, by a night of the dark fortnight, as in a dumb man, by cutting out the tongue, as in an ignorant man, by a conjurer's waving fan, as in a confused talker, by the delirium of fever, as in one poisoned, by the fatal sleep, as in a wicked man, by atheistic philosophy, as in one distraught, by strong drink, or as in one. possessed by the action of the possessing demon, so that in the turmoil it created in me, I was tossed like a river in flood. I honoured Turalika for having seen him again, as one who had acquired great merit, or who had tasted the joys of heaven, or had been visited by a god, or had her highest boon granted, or had drunk nectar, or had been anointed queen of the three worlds. I spoke to her reverently, as if, though always by me, she were a rare visitant, And though my familiar friend, she were hitherto unknown. I looked on her, though behind me, as above the world, I tenderly caress the curls on her cheek, and entirely said it not the condition of mistress and maid, again and again asking, How was he seen by thee? What did he say to thee? How long worked thou there? How far did he fall? विश्वार-विमर्शक विश्वार-विमर्शक विश्वार-विमर्शक विश्वार-विमर्शक विश्वार-विमर्शक विश्वार-विमर्शक विश्वार-विमर्शक विश्वार-विमर्शक विश्वार-विमर्शक Sun's orb hanging in the sky. Became crimson, sharing my heart's glow, The Lakshmi of sunlight longing for the sight of the flushed sun, And preparing her lotus couch, turned pale as though faint with love, The sunbeams, rosy as they fell on waters died with red chalk, Rose from the lotus beds clustering like herds of woodland elephants, The day, with an echo of the joyous naing of the steeds of the sun's chariot longing to rest after their descent of the sky, Entered the caves of Mount Meru, the lotus beds, as the bees. Entered the folded leaves of the red lilies, seen to close their eyes as though their hearts were darkened by a swoon at the sun's departure, the pairs of Kakravaka's, each taking the other's heart, safely hidden in the hollow lotus stalks whereof they had eaten together, were now parted, and my umbrella-bearer approaching me, said as follows, Princess, one of those youthful hermits is at the door, and says he has come to beg for a rosary. At the hermit's name, though motionless, I seem to approach the door, and suspecting the reason of his coming, I summon another chamberlain, whom I sent, saying, Go and admit him. A moment later I beheld the young ascetic Copangala, who is to Pundarika as youth to beauty, love to youth, spring to love, southern breezes to spring, and who is indeed a friend worthy of him, he followed the hoary chamberlain as sunlight after moonlight. As he drew near his appearance betrayed to me trouble, sadness, distraction, entreaty, and the yearning unfulfilled. With a reverence I rose and respectfully brought him a seat, and when he was reluctantly forced to accept it, I washed his feet and dried them on the silken edge of my upper robe, and then sat by him on the bare ground. For a moment he waited, as if eager to speak, when he cast his eyes on Turalica close by. his desire at a glance, I said, Sir, she is one with me. Speak fearlessly. At my words Kapunjala replied, Princess, what can I say? For through shame my voice does not reach the sphere of utterance. How far is the passionless ascetic who lives on roots in the woods from the illusion of passion that finds its home in restless souls, and is stained with longing for earthly pleasures and filled with the manifold sports of the love-god? See how unseemly all this is. What has fate begun? God easily turns us into a laughing stock. I know not if this be fitting with bark garments or seemly formatted locks, or meat for penance, or consonant with the teaching of holiness. Such a mockery was never known. I needs must tell you the story. No other course is visible, no other remedy is perceived, no other refuge is at hand, no other way is before me. If it remains untold, even greater trouble will arise. A friend's life must be saved even at the loss of our own, so I will tell the tale, it was in my presence that I sternly rebuked Pundarika, and after that speech I left him in anger and went to another place, leaving my task of gathering flowers. After thy departure, I remained apart a short time, and then, becoming anxious as to what he was doing, I turned back and examined the spot from behind a tree. As I did not see him there, the thought arose within me, his mind was enslaved by love, and perchance he followed her, and now that she is gone, he has regained his senses, and is ashamed to come within my sight, or he has gone for me in wrath, or departed hence to another place in search of me. Thus thinking, I waited some time, but, troubled by an absence I had never since my birth suffered for a moment, I again thought, it may be that, in shame at his failure and firmness, he will come to some harm, for shame makes everything possible, he must not, then, be left alone. With this resolve, I earnestly made search for him. But as I could not see him, though I sought on all sides, made anxious by love for my friend, I pictured this or that misfortune, and wandered long, examining glades of trees, creeper bowers among the sandal avenues and the banks of lakes, carefully glancing on every side. At length I beheld him in a thicket. Of creepers near a lake, a very birthplace for spring, most fair, and in its close growth appearing to be made wholly of flowers, of bees, of cuckoos, and of peacocks. From his entire absence of employment, he was as one painted, or engraved, or paralyzed, dead, or asleep, or in a trance of meditation. He was motionless, yet wandering from his right course, alone, yet possessed by love, all aglow, yet विचार-विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। a curse, remained unseen. By his great stillness he appeared to be deserted by the senses which had entered into him to behold the love that dwelt in his heart, and had fainted in fear at its unbearable heat, or had left him in wrath at the tossing of his mind. From eyes steadily closed, and dimmed within by the smoke of love's keen fire, he ceaselessly poured forth a storm of tears trickling down through his eyelashes. The filaments of the creepers near-trembled in the sighs which rushed out, bearing the redness of his lips like the upstarting ruddy flame of comma burning his heart. As his hand rested on his left cheek, his brow, from the clear rays of his nails rising upwards, seemed to have a fresh mark of sandal very pure, from the late removal of his earring, the parahata flower, his ear was endowed with a tamala shoot or a blue lotus by the bees that murmured a charm to be which love, under the guise of their soft hum as they crept up and longing for what remained of that fragrance. Under the guise of his hair rising in a passionate thrill he seemed to bear on his limbs a mass of broken points of the flowery darts of love's arrows discharged into his pores. With his right hand he bore on his breast a string of pearls that, by being interlaced with the flashing rays of his nails, seemed bristling in joy at the pleasure of touching his palm, and that was, as it were, a banner of recklessness. He was pelted by the trees with pollen, like a powder to subdue love. He was caressed by a coca-shoots tossed by the wind, and transferring to him their rosy glow. He was besprinkled by woodland Lakshmi with honey-dew from clusters of fresh flowers, like waters to crown love. He was struck by love with campak buds, which as their fragrance was drunken by bees, were like fiery barbs all smoking. He was rebuked by the south wind, as if by the hum of the bees maddened by the many sense of the. Wood, he was bewildered by the honeymoon, as by cries of all hail, to spring raised by the cuckoos in their melodious ecstasy. Like the risen moon, he was robed in paleness, like the stream of Ganges in summer, he had dwindled to meagerness, like a sandal tree with a fire at its heart, he was fading away. He seemed to have entered on another birth, and was as another man, strange and unfamiliar, he was changed into another shape. As one entered by an evil spirit, ruled by a great demon, possessed by a strong devil, drunk, deluded, blind, deaf, dumb, all merged in joy and love, he had reached the climax of the mind slavery when possessed by love, and his old self could no longer be known. As with a steady glance I long examined his sad state, I became despondent, and thought But in my trembling heart, this is of a truth that love whose force none can resist, for by him ponderica has been in a moment brought to a state for which there is no cure. For how else could such a storehouse of learning become straightway unavailing? It is, alas! A miracle in him who from childhood has been firm of nature and unswerving in conduct, and whose life was the envy of myself and the other young ascetics. Here, like a mean man, despising knowledge, condemning the power of penance, he has rooted up his deep steadfastness, and is paralyzed by love. A youth which has never swerved is indeed rare. I went forward, and sitting down by him on the same stone, with my hand resting on his shoulder, I asked him, though his eyes were still closed, dear Pundarika, tell me what this means. Then with great difficulty and effort he opened his eyes, which seemed fastened together by their long closing, and which were red from incessant weeping and overflowing with tears as if shaken and in pain, while their color was that of a red lotus bed veiled in white silk. He looked at me long with a very languid glance, and then, deeply sighing, in accents broken by shame, he slowly and with pain murmured, Dear Copangala, why ask me what thou knowest? this and thinking that Pandarika was suffering in this way a cureless ill, but that still, as far as possible, a friend who is entering a wrong course should be held back to the utmost by those who love him, I replied, Dear Pandarika, I know it well. I will only ask this question, is this course you have begun taught by your gurus, or read in the holy books? Or is this a way of winning holiness, or a fresh form of penance, or a path to heaven, or a mystic vow, or a means of salvation, or any other kind of discipline. Is this fitting for the even to imagine, much less to विश्वाविश्वाविमर्शक रेक। विश्वाविमर्शक रेक। विश्वाविमर्शक रेक। विश्वाविमर्शक रेक। विश्वाविमर्शक रेक। विश्वाविमर्शक रेक। विश्वाविमर्शक रेक। विश्वाविमर्शक रेक। a good. He truly waters a poison tree under the idea of duty, or embraces the sword plant for a lotus wreath, or lays hold on a black snake, taking it for a line of smoke of black aloes, or touches a burning coal for a jewel, or tries to pull out the club-like tusk of a wild elephant, thinking it a lotus fiber, he is a fool who places happiness in the pleasures of sense which end in sorrow. And thou, though knowing the real nature of the senses, why dost thou carry thy knowledge as the firefly his light, only to be concealed, in that thou restrainest not thy senses when they start out of their course like streams turbid in their passionate onrush? Nor dost thou curb thy tossing mind. Who, forsooth, is this love God? Relying on thy firmness, do thou revile this miscreant? As I thus spoke he wiped with his hand his eyes streaming with tears poured through his eyelashes, and while he yet lent on me, replied, rebukeing my speech, friend, what need of many words. Thou at least art untouched. Thou hast not fallen within the range of love shafts, cruel with the poison of snakes. It is easy to teach another. And when that other has his senses in his mind, and sees, hears, and knows what he has heard, and can discern good and evil, he is then fit for advice. But all this is far from me, all talk of stability, judgment, firmness, reflection, has come to an end. How do I even breathe but by strong effort? The time for advice is long past. The opportunity for firmness has been let slip, the hour for reflection is gone, the season for stability and judgment has passed away. Who but thee could give advice at this time, or could attempt to restrain my wandering? To whom but thee should I listen? Or who else in the world is a friend like thee? What ails me that I cannot restrain myself? Thou sawest in a moment my wretched plight. The time, then, for advice is now passed. While I breathe, I long for some cure for the fever of love, violent as the rays of twelve suns at the end of the world. My limbs are baked, my heart is seething, my eyes are burning, and my body on fire. Do, therefore, what the time demands." He then became silent, and after this speech I tried again and again to rouse him, but as he did not listen even when tenderly and affectionately exhorted in the words of the pure teaching of the casters full of cases like his own, together with the legendary histories, I thought, he is gone too far, he cannot be turned back. Advice is now useless, so I will make an effort just to preserve his life. With this resolve I rose and went, and tore up some juicy lotus fibers from the lake, then, taking some lotus petals marked by water, I plucked lotus's of all kinds, sweet with the fragrance of the aromatic pollen within, and prepared a couch on that same rock in the bower. And as he rested there at ease, I crushed soft twigs of the sandal trees hard by, and with its juice, naturally sweet and cold as ice, made a mark on his brow, and anointed him from head to foot. I elayed the perspiration by camphor dust powdered in my hand, broken from the interstices of the split bark of the trees near, and fanned him with a plant and leaf dripping with pure water, while the bark robe he wore was moist with the sandal placed on his breast, and as I again and again strewed fresh lotus couches, and anointed him with sandal, and removed the perspiration, and constantly fanned him, the thought arose in my mind, surely nothing is too hard for love. Or how far apart would seem Pandarika, by nature simple and content with his woodland home, like a fawn, and Mahakvita, the Donner of Princess, a galaxy of graces, surely there is nothing for love in the world hard, or difficult, or unsubdued, or impossible. He scornfully attempts the hardest tasks, nor can any resist him. For why speak of beings endowed with sense when, if it so pleas him, he can bring together even things without sense. For the night Lotus bed falls in love with the sun's ray, and the day Lotus leaves her hatred of the moon, and night is joined today, and moonlight waits on darkness, and shade stands in the face of light, and lightning stays firm in the cloud, and old age accompanies youth, and what more difficult thing can there be than that one like Pundarika, who is an ocean of unfathomable depth, should thus be brought to the lightness of grass. Here is his former penance, and where his penance is. नाटक आजि। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। or device, or means, or support, or thought, or solace, may he yet live. These and other such thoughts arose in my downcast heart. But again I thought, what avails dwelling on this useless thought? His life must be preserved by any means, good or bad, and there is no other way to save it but by her union with him, and as he is timid by reason of his youth, and moreover thinks the affairs of love contrary to his vow, unseemly, and a mockery in himself, he certainly, even at his last breath, will not gratify his longing by himself approaching her. This his disease of love admits no delay. Good men always hold that a friend's life must be saved even by a blame or the deed, so that though this is a shameful and wrong action, it has yet become imperative for me. What else can be done? What other course is there? I will certainly go to her. I will tell her his state. Thus thinking, I left the place on some pretext, and came hither without telling him, lest per chance he should feel that I was engaged in an unseemly employment, and should in shame hold me back. This being the state of affairs, thou, lady, art the judge of what action is needful for the time, worthy of so great a love, fitting for my coming, and right for thyself. With these words he became silent, fixing his eyes on my face to see what I should say. But I, having heard him, was plunged, as it were, into a lake of ambrosial joy, or immersed in an ocean of the sweets of love, floating above all joys, mounting to the pinnacle of all desires, resting at the utmost bound of gladness. I showed my happiness by joyful tears pouring clear, large, and heavy, because my eyelashes were not closed, strung like a garland by their unceasing succession, and not touching my cheek, because my face was somewhat bent in sudden shame, and I thought at once, zero joy, that love entangles him as well as me, so that even while tormenting me, he has in part showed me kindness, and if ponderica is indeed in such a plight, what help has not love given me, or what has he not done for me, or what? is like him, or how could a false tale, even in sleep, pass the lips of the calm-sold Copangala? And if this be so, what must I do, and what must I say in his presence? While I was thus deliberating, a fortress hastily entered, and said to me, Princess, the Queen has learned from her attendance that thou art ill, and is now coming. On hearing this, Copangala, fearing the contact of a great frong, quickly rose, saying, Princess, a cause of great delay has arisen. The sun, the crest jewel of the three worlds, is now sinking, so I will depart. But I raise my hands in salutation as a slight offering for the saving of my dear friend's life, that is my greatest treasure. Then, without awaiting my reply, he with difficulty departed, for the door was blocked by the entrance of the attendants that heralded my lady mother. There were the fortresses bearing golden staves, the chamberlands with ungwants, cosmetics, flowers, and beetle, holding waving cowries, and in their train were humpbacks, barbarians, deaf men, eunuchs, dwarfs, and deaf mutes. Then the queen came to me, and after a long visit, went home, but I observed nothing of what she did, said, or attempted while with me, for my heart was far away. When she went the sun, with his steeds bright as heritola pigeons, Lord of life to the Lotuses, and friend of the Cochravacas, had sunk to rest, and the face of the west was growing crimson, and the lotus beds were turning green, and the east was darkening to blue, and the world of mortals was overcome by a blackness like a wave of the ocean of final destruction turbid with the mud of hell. I knew not what to do, and asked Teralika, sayest thou not, Teralika, how confused is my mind. My senses are bewildered with uncertainty, and I am unable myself to see in the least what I should do. Do thou tell me what is right to do, for Copangala is now gone, and he told his tale in thy presence. What if, like a base-born maiden, I cast away shame, relinquish self-control, desert modesty, contend the reproach of men, transgress good behavior, trample on conduct, despise noble birth, accept the disgrace of a course blinded by love, and without my father's leave. अछि। the death of an ascetic would be a grave sin. While I thus considered, the east became gray with the glimmering light of moonrise, like a line of woods in spring with the pollen of flowers. And in the moonlight the eastern quarter showed white as if with the powdered pearls from the frontal bone of the elephant of darkness torn open by the lion moon, or pale with sandal dust falling from the breast of the nymphs of the eastern mountain, or light with the rising of sand in an island left by the tide, stirred by the wind on the waves of the ever-moving ocean. Slowly the moonlight glided down, and made bright the face of night, as if it were the flash of her teeth as she softly smiled at the sight of the moon, then evening shone with the moon's orb, as if it were the circle of seshes hoods breaking through the earth as it rose from hell, after that, night became fair with the moon, the gladdener of the world of mortals, the delight of lovers, now leaving its childhood behind and becoming the ally of love. With a youthful glow a rising within it, though, only fitting light for the enjoyment of love's pleasures, ambrosial, climbing the sky like youth impersonate. Then I beheld the risen moon as if flushed with the coral of the ocean it had just left, crimson with the blood of its deer struck by the paw of the lion of the eastern mountain, marked with the lack of Rohini's feet, as she spurned her lord in a love coral, and ruddy with his newly kindled glow. And I, though Though the fire of love burnt within me, had my heart darkened, though my body rested on the lap of Turalica, I was a captive in the hands of love, though my eyes were fixed on the moon, I was looking on death, and I straightway thought, there are the honeymoon, the Malaya winds, and all other such things brought together, and in the same place to have this evil miscreant moon cannot be endured. My heart cannot bear it. Its rising now is like a shower of coals to one consumed by fever, or a fall of snow to one ill from cold, or the bite of a black snake to one faint with the swelling of poison. And as I thus thought, a swoon closed my eyes, like the sleep brought by moonlight that withers the lotuses of the day. Soon, however, I regained consciousness by means of the fanning and sandalum wince of the bewildered Turalica, and I saw her weeping, her face dimmed with ceaseless tears, pressing the point of a moist moonstone to my brow, and seeming possessed by despair impersonate. As I opened my eyes, she fell at my feet, and said, raising hands yet wet with the thick sand-alloyment, Princess, why think of shame or disrespect to parents? Be kind, send me, and I will fetch the beloved of thy heart, rise, or go thither thyself. Henceforth thou canst not bear this love that is an ocean whose manifold, passionate waves are swelling at the rise of a strong moon. To this speech I replied, Mad Girl, what is love to me? The moon it is, even the Lord of the night lotuses, who removes all scruples, undermines all search for means of escape, conceals all difficulties, takes away all doubts, condemns all fears, roots out all shame, bails the sinful levity of going myself to my lover, all delay, and has come merely to lead me either to Ponderica or to death. Rise, therefore, for while I have life I will follow him and honor him who, dear as he is, tortures my heart. Thus saying, I rose, leaning on her, for my limbs were yet unsteady with the weakness of the swoon caused by love, and as I rose my right I throbbed, presaging ill, and in sudden terror I thought, what new thing is this threatened by destiny? The firmament was now flooded with. Moonlight, as if the moon's orb, which had not yet risen far, was, like the water pipe of the Temple of the Universe, discharging a thousand streams of the heavenly Ganges, pouring forth the waves of an embrosial ocean, shedding many a cascade of sandal juice, and bearing floods of nectar, the world seemed to learn what life was in the white continent, and the pleasures of seeing the land of Soma. The round earth was being poured out from the depths of a milky ocean by the moon, which was like. The rounded tusk of the great bore, the moonrise offerings were being presented in every house by the women with sandal water fragrant with open lotuses, the highways were crowded with thousands of women messengers sent by fair ladies, girls going to meet their lovers ran hither and thither, veiled in blue विशिल्क न्फ्लुड़़ बाध्ड़़ द्रेद द़्द ब्राइद मुन्लिएद आजिद ते विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश्विश mirth, and of tenderness. Evening was pleasant with the murmur of Peacock's garylis and gladness at the cascade that fell from the water pipes of moonstone. Turallica accompanied me, holding powders, perfumes, umguents, beetle, and various flowers, and I had also that napkin, wet with the sandallointment which had been applied in my swoon, and which had its nap slightly disordered and gray with the partly dried mark of sandalwood clinging to it, the rosary was on my neck, the parahata spray was kissing the tip of my ear, veiled in red silk that seemed fashion from rays of rubies, I went down from the top of that palace, unseen by any of my devoted attendants. On my way I was pursued by a swarm of bees, which hastened, leaving lotus beds and deserting gardens, drawn by the scent of the perihada spray, sportively forming a blue veil round me. I departed through the door of the pleasure grove and set out to meet Ponderica. As I sent, I thought, seeing myself attended by Turalika only, what needs pomp of retinue when we seek our dearest? Surely our servants then but play a mockery of attendance, for love follows me with shaft fitted to the strung bow, the moon, stretching out a long ray, draws me on like a hand, passion supports me at every step from fear of a fall, my heart rushes on with the senses, leaving shame behind, longing has gained certainty, and leads me on. I said, Oh, Turalika, would that this miscreant moon would with its beam seize him by the hair and draw him forward like myself? As I thus spoke, she smilingly replied, Thou art foolish, my princess. What does the moon want with Ponderica? Nay, rather, he himself, as though wounded by love, does all these things for thee, for under the guise of his image he kisses thy cheeks marked with drops of perspiration, With trembling ray he falls on thy fair breast, He touches the gems of thy girdle, entangled in thy bright nails, He falls at thy feet, moreover, the form of this lovesick moon Wears the pallor of a sandal ungwant dried by fever, He stretches out his rays white as lotus fibers, Under the guise of his reflection he falls on. Crystal pavements, with rays gray as the dust From the filaments inside the kataki, He plunges into lotus pools, he touches with his beams the moonstones wet with spray, he hates the day lotus groves with their pairs of cockroachas once severed. With such discourse fitting for the time I approached that spot in her company. I then bathe my feet, gray with pollen from the creeper flowers on our path, in a spot near Copangala's abode which had a stream of moonstone, liquefied by moonrise, flowing from Kailasa's slope, and there, on the left bank of the lake, I heard the sound of a man's weeping, softened by distance. Some fear had arisen within me at first, from the quivering of my right eye, and now that my heart was yet more torn by this cry, as if my downcast mind were telling some dreadful tidings within, I cried in terror, Terralica, what means this? And with trembling limbs I breathlessly hastened on. Then I heard a far a bitter cry, clear in the calm of night, Alas, I am undone. I am consumed. I am deceived. What is this that has befallen me? What has happened? I am uprooted. Cruel demon love, evil and pitiless, What shameful deed hast thou brought to pass? Ah, wicked evil, wanton maha-khvita, How had he harmed thee? Ah, evil, wanton, monstrous moon, thou hast gained thy desire. Cruel soft breeze of the south, thy softness is gone, and thy will is fulfilled. That which was to be done is done. Go now as thou wilt. Ah, venerable Khvedeketu, tender to thy son, thou knowest not that thy life is stolen from thee. Dharma, thou art dispossessed. Penance, thou art protectorless. Elegance, thou art widowed. Truth, thou art lordless. Heaven, thou art void. Friend, protect me. Yet I will follow thee. I cannot remain even a moment without thee alone. How canst thou now suddenly leave me, And go thy way like a stranger on whom my eyes had never rested? Whence comes this thy great hardness? Say, wither, without thee, shall I go. Whom shall I implore? What refuge shall I seek? I am blinded. For me space is empty. Life is aimless, penance vain, The world void of joy. With whom shall I wander, to whom speak, with whom hold converse? Do thou arise? Grant me an answer. Friend, where is thine old love to me? Where that smiling welcome that never failed me? Such were the words I heard Copangala utter, and as I heard them I uttered a loud cry, while yet far off, as if my life had fallen, and with my silk cloak torn as it clung to the creepers by the Lake's bank, and my feet placed on the ground regardless of its being rough or even, and as hastily as I could, I went on to that place, stumbling at every step, and yet as if led on by one who lifted me up again. There I beheld Ponderica lying on a couch made on a slab of moonstone wet with showers of cool spray, close to the lake, it was made of lotus fibers like a garland of tender flowers from all lilies, and seemed to be formed wholly of the points of love's arrows. Andarika seemed from his great stillness to be listening for the sound of my step. He seemed to have gained a moment's happiness in sleep, as if love's pain had been quenched by inward wrath, he seemed engaged in a yoga penance of holding his breath, as an atonement for his breach of ascetic duty, he seemed to murmur, with bright yet trembling lip, by thy deed a might come to this pass. He seemed pierced by the moonbeams which, under the guise of his bright fingernails placed on a heart-throbbing with love's fire, fell on his back as he lay averted in hatred of the moon. He bore a mark on his brow of a line of sandal, which, by its being pale from dryness, was like a digit of love's waning moon pretending his own destruction. Life seemed to leave him in anger, saying, Fool, another is dearer to thee than I. His eyes were not wholly closed, their pupils were slightly turned to look, they were red with ceaseless weeping, they seemed to drop blood, since by failure of breath his tears were exhausted, and they were partly curved in pain at love's darts. He now experienced the pain of unconsciousness, as if together with the torment of love he were also yielding life itself, he seemed to meditate a new version of love's mystery, and to practice an unwanted retention of breath. His life seemed to be carried off as a prize by love, who had in kindness arranged my coming. On his brow was a sandal-tripe and dhraka mark, he wore a sacrificial thread of juicy lotus fiber, his dress clung to his shoulder beautiful as the leaf that enchieves a plantain, his rosary had only the thickness of a single row, the ashes on his brow were of abundant white camphor powder, he was fair with the string of lotus fiber, bound on his arm as an amulet, he seemed to wear the garb of love's vow, as if completing a charm for my coming. With his eye he tenderly uttered the reproach, heart-hearted, I was but followed by one glance, and never again received thy favor. His lips were slightly open, so that his form gleamed white in the rays of his teeth, which came forth as if they were moonbeams that had entered him to take away his life, with his left hand placed on a heart breaking with the pain of love, he seemed to say, Be kind, depart not with my life, thou that art dear as life, and so to hold me firmly in his heart, his right hand, which from the uneven rays of his nails jutting forth seemed to drop sandal, was raised as if to ward off the moonlight. Near him stood his pitcher, the friend of his penance, with neck upright, as if it gazed at the path by which his life was just rising, the garland of lotus fibers which adorned his neck bound him as if with a rope of moonbeams to lead him to another world, and when, At the sight of me, Kapunjala, with a cry of help, help, raised his hands, and crying aloud with redoubled tears, fell on his neck, at that very moment I, wicked and ill-fated as I was, beheld that noble youth yield up his life. The darkness of a swoon came upon me, and I descended into hell, nor knew I anything of whither I then went, or what I did or said. Neither knew I why my life did not at that moment leave me, whether from the utter hardness of my stupefied heart, or from the callousness to bear thousands of troubles of my wretched body, or from being fated to endure a long grief, or from being a vessel of evil earned in another birth, or from the skill of my cruel destiny in bestowing sorrow, or from the singular perversity of malign accursed love. Only this I know, that when at length in my misery I regained consciousness, I found myself. नाटक विचार-विमर्शक नाटक विचार-विमर्शक नाटक विचार-विमर्शक नाटक विचार-विमर्शक नाटक विचार-विमर्शक नाटक विचार-विमर्शक नाटक विमर्शक नाटक विमर्शक नाटक विमर्शक नाटक विमर्शक This backslash, mother, father, friends, I exclaimed, Ah, my lord, thou who upholdest my life, speak to me. Wither goest thou, pitilessly leaving me alone and protectorless. Ask Turalika what I have suffered for thy sake. Hardly have I been able to pass the day, drawn out into a thousand ages. Be gracious. Utter but one word. Show tenderness to her that loves thee. Look but a little on me. Fulfill my longing. I am wretched. I am loyal. I am thine in heart. I am lordless. I am young. I am helpless. I am unhappy. I am bereft of other refuge. I am vanquished by love. Why showest thou no pity? Say what I have done or left undone, what command I have neglected, or in what thing pleasing to the I have not shown affection, that thou art wroth. Fearst thou not the reproach of men in that thou goest, deserting me, thy handmaid, without cause? Yet why think of me, perverse and wicked, and skilled to deceive by false shows of love? Alas, I yet live. Alas, I am accursed and undone. For why? I have neither thee, nor honor, nor kinsfolk, nor heaven. Shame on me, a worker of evil deeds, for whose sake this fate hath befallen thee. There is none of so murderous a heart as I who went home, leaving one so pureless as thou. What to me were home, mother, father, kinsfolk, followers? Alas, to what refuge shall I flee? Fate, show pity to me. I entreat thee. Lady of destiny, give me a boon of mercy. Show compassion. Protect a lordless lady. Ye woodland goddesses, be kind. Give back his life. Help, earth, that bringest favors to all. Night, showest thou no mercy. Father Kailasa, by protection I implore. Show thy wanted pity. Such were my laments, so far as I remember, and I murmured incoherently as one held by a demon, or possessed or mad, or struck down by an evil spirit. In the tears that fell in torrents upon me I was turned to water, I melted away, I took upon me a shape of water, my laments, followed by the sharp rays of my teeth, fell as if with showers of tears, My hair, with its flowers ever falling, Seem to shed teardrops, and my very ornaments By the tears of pure gem-light That sprang from them seemed to raise their lament. I longed for my own death as for his life, I yearned to enter his heart with my whole soul, Dead though he were, with my hand I touched his cheeks, and his brow with the roots of his hair, White with dry sandal, and his shoulders with the lotus fibers on them, And his heart covered with lotus leaves and flecks of sandal juice. the tender reproach, thou art cruel, ponderica. Thou carest not that I am thus wretched. I again sought to win him back. I again embraced him, I again clasped his neck, and wept aloud. Then I rebuked that string of pearls, saying, Ah, wicked one, couldst not even thou have preserved his life till my coming? Then again I fell at Copangala's feet with the prayer, Be kind, my Lord, restore him to life, and again, clinging to Turalica's neck, I wept. Even now, when I think of it, I know not how these piteous, tender words came forth for my ill-fated heart-backslash, words all unthought, unlearned, untaught, unseen before, nor whence these utterances arose, nor whence these heart-rending cries of despair. My whole being was changed. For there rose a deluge wave of inward tears, the springs of weeping were set loose, the buds of wailing came forth, the peaks of sorrow grew lofty and a long line of madness was begun. And so, as she thus told her own tale, she seemed again to taste the bitterness of that former plight, so cruel, and so hardly endured, and a swoon bereft her of sense. In the force of her swoon she fell on the rock, and Candrapida hastily stretched out his hand, like her servant, and supported her, full of sorrow. At length he brought her back to consciousness by fanning her विचार-विमर्शक विचार-विमर्शक विचार-विमर्शक विचार-विमर्शक विचार-विमर्शक विचार-विमर्शक विचार-विमर्शक विचार-विमर्शक विचार-विमर्शक विमर्शक विचार-विमर्शक विमर्शक as she came to life, lady, it is by my fault that thy grief has been brought back to its first freshness, and that thou hast come to this pass. Therefore no more of this tale. Let it be ended. Even I cannot bear to hear it. For the story even of past sorrow endured by a friend pains us as if we ourselves were living through it. Thou wilt not therefore surely place on the fire of grief that life so precious and so hardly preserved. Thus addressed, with a long, hot sigh and eyes dissolved in tears, she despairingly replied, Prince, even in that dreadful night my hated life did not desert me, it is not likely that it will leave me now. Even blessed death turns away his eyes from one so ill-fated and wicked. Wents could one so hard-hearted feel grief. All this can be but feigned in a nature so vile. But be that as it may, that shameless heart has made me chief among the shameless. For to one so adamant in as to have seen love in all his power, and yet to have lived through this, what can mere speaking of it matter? Or what could there be harder to tell than this very thing, which is supposed to be impossible to hear or say? I will at least briefly tell the marvel that followed on that thunderbolt, and I will tell, too, what came as a tiny dim cause of my prolonging my life, which by its mirage so deludes me that I bear about a hated body, almost dead, alien to me, burdensome, unfitted to my needs, and thankless for my care. That shall suffice. Afterwards, in a sudden change of feeling, with resolve firmly set on death, lamenting bitterly, I cried to Terallica, rise, cruel-hearted girl, how long wilt thou weep? together wood and make a pile. I will follow the Lord of my life." Straight way of being swiftly left the moon's orb and descended from the sky. Behind him he trailed a silk investor hanging from his crest, white as the foam of nectar, and waving in the wind, his cheeks were reddened with the bright gems that swayed in his ears, on his breast he bore a radiant necklace, from the size of its pearls like a cluster of stars, his turban was tied with strips of white silk, his head was thick with curling locks and dark as bees, his earring was an open moon lotus, on his shoulder was the impress of the saffron lines that adorned his wives. He was white as a moon lotus, lofty in stature, endowed with all the marks of greatness, and godlike in form, he seemed to purify space by the light shed round him clear as pure water and to anoint it as by a thick frost with a dewy ambrosial shower that created a chill as he shed it from his limbs, cool and fragrant, and to besprinkle it with a rich store of Gosirshah sandal juice, double quotes. With arms sturdy as the trunk of Aravada, and fingers wide as lotus fibers and cool to the touch, he lifted my dead lord, and, in a voice deep as a drum, he said to me, Mahakvita, my child, thou must not die, for thou shalt again be united with him. And with these words, tender as a father's, he flew into the sky with pundarika, double quotes. But this sudden event filled me with fear, dismay, and eager anxiety, and with upraised face I asked Kapunjala what it might mean. He, however, started up hastily without replying, and with the cry, monster, whether goest thou with my friend, with uplifted eyes and sudden wrath he hastily gird up his loins, and following him in his flight, in hot pursuit he rose into the sky, and while I yet gazed they all entered amongst the stars. But the departure of Copangala was to me like a second death of my beloved, and it redoubled my grief, so that my heart was rent asunder. Bewildered what to do, I cried to Teralika, Noesthau not. Tell me what this means. But she, with all a woman's timidity at the sight, was at that very moment trembling in all her limbs, overcome by a fear stronger than her grief, and was frightened, moreover, by the dread of my death, and so with downcast heart she piteously replied, Princess, wretch that I am, I know not. Yet this is a great miracle. The man is of no mortal mold, and thou wert pideingly comforted by him in his flight as by a father. Such Godlike beings are not wont to deceive us, even in sleep, much less face to face, and when I think it over I cannot see the least cause for His speaking. Falsely. It is meat, therefore, that thou shouldst weigh it, and restrain thy longing for death. In thy presence stated is in truth a great ground for comfort. वोरोवर, कविपंजाला लेक। नाटक विप्जार-विमर्शक रेक। विप्जार-विमर्शक रेक। विप्जार-विमर्शक रेक। विप्जार-विमर्शक रेक। विप्जार-विमर्शक रेक। विप्जार-विमर्शक रेक। विप्जार-विमर्शक रेक। and carried off, and whither he is carried, and wherefore thou were consoled by him with the boon of a hope of reunion that exceeds thought, then thou canst devote thyself either to life or death. For when death is resolved upon, it is easy to compass. But this can wait, for Copangala, if he lives, will certainly not rest without seeing thee, therefore let thy life be preserved till his return. Thus saying, she fell at my feet. And I, from the thirst for life that mortals find so hard to overcome, and from the weakness of woman's nature, and from the illusion his words had created, and from my anxiety for Copangala's return, thought that that plan was best for the time, and did not die. For what will not hope achieve? That night I spent in Turalica's company on the bank of the lake. To my wretchedness it was like a night of doom, drawn out to a thousand years, all Torment, all grief, all hell, all fire. Sleep was rooted out, and I tossed on the ground, My face was hidden by the loosen and disheveled tresses that clung to my cheeks, Wet with tears and gray with dust, and my throat was weak, For my voice failed, broken with piteous weeping, double quotes. At dawn I arose and bathed in the lake, And having formed my resolve, I took, for love of Ponderica, his pitcher and his bark garments and his rosary, for I clearly knew the worthlessness of the world. I perceived my own lack of merit, I pictured to myself the remedyless cruelty of the blows of fate, I pondered the inevitableness of grief, I beheld the harshness of destiny, I meditated the course of love, rich in sorrow, I learnt the inconstancy of earthly things, I considered the frailness of all joys. Mother and Mother were disregarded, kinsfolk and followers abandoned, the joys of earth were banished from my mind, the senses held in firm restraint. I took the ascetic vow, and sought the protection of Siva, Lord of the three worlds and helper of the helpless. Next day my father came, having somehow learnt my story, bringing with him my mother and kinsfolk. Long he wept, and strove with all his might and by every means backslash, prayers, and tender words of every kind backslash to lead me home. And when he understood my firm resolve and knew that I could not be turned from that infatuation, he could not, even though without hope, part with his love for his child, and though I often bade him go, he stayed for some days, and went home at length full of grief, and with his heart hot within him, double quotes. After his going, it was only by empty tears that I could show my gratitude to my Lord, By many appennance I wasted my hated body, Worn away by love of him, rich and ill, devoid of shame, illomant, And the home of a thousand tortures of grief. I lived but on water and the roots and fruits of the wood, Under the guise of telling my beads I counted his virtues, Thrice a day I bathed in the lake, I daily worshipped Siva, And in this cell I dwelt with Turalica, Tasting the bitterness of a long. Grief Am I evil, delomined, shameless, cruel, cold, murderous, contemptible, useless, fruitless, helpless, and joyless? Why should one so noble as Thou dain to look on or speak with me, the doer of that monstrous crime, the slaughter of a brahmin? Thus saying, she covered her face with the white edge of her bark garment, as if veiling the moon with a fleck of autumn cloud, and, unable to quell the irresistible torrent of her tears, she gave way to her sobs, and began to weep loud and long. From the very first Kendrapada had been filled with reverence by her beauty, modesty, and courtesy, by the charm of her speech, her unselfishness and her austerity, and by her serenity, humility, dignity, and purity. But now he was carried away both by the story of her life, which showed her noble character, by her devoted spirit, and a fresh tenderness arose in him. With softened heart he gently said, Lady, those may weep who fear pain, and are devoid of gratitude, and love pleasure, for they are unable to do anything worthy of love, and show their affection merely by vain tears. But thou who hast done all rightly, what duty of love hast thou left undone, that thou weepest? For Pundarika's sake, thy kinsfolk who from thy birth have been around thee, dear as they were, have been forsaken as if they were strangers. Earthly pleasures, though at thy feet, have been despised and reckoned like his grass. The joys of power, though their riches excel the empire विंडर अछि। अछि। विंडर अछि। अछि। विंडर अछि। अछि। विंडर अछि। अछि। विंडर अछि। विंडर अछि। विंडर अछि। विंडर अछि। विंडर अछि। विंडर अछि। विंडर अछि। विंडर अछि। विंडर अछि। Thou hast dwelt in the woods, hard though it be for a woman. Moreover, life is easily resigned by those whom sorrow has overwhelmed, but it needs a greater effort not to throw away life in heavy grief. This following another to death is most vain. It is a path followed by the ignorant. It is a mere freak of madness, a path of ignorance, an enterprise of recklessness, a view of basic and moral values. rise of recklessness, a view of baseness, a sign of utter thoughtlessness, and a blunder of folly, that one should resign life on the death of father, brother, friend, or husband. If life leaves us not of itself, we must not resign it. For this leaving of life, if we examine it, is merely for our own interest, because we cannot bear our own cureless pain. To the dead man it brings no good whatever. For it is no means of bringing him back to life, or heaping up merit, or gaining heaven for him, or saving him from hell, or seeing him again, or being reunited with him. For he is led helplessly, irresistibly to another stake meat for the fruits of his own deeds. And yet he shares in the guilt of the friend who has killed himself. But a man who lives on can help greatly, by offerings of water and the like, both the dead man and himself, but by dying he helps neither. Remember how Rithi, the soul and beloved wife of love, when her noble husband, who won the hearts of all women, was burnt up by the fire of Siva, yet did not yield her life, and remember also Kuthi, of the race of Rishni, daughter of Surasena, for her lord was panda the wise, his seat was perfumed by the flowers and the crests of all the kings whom he had conquered without an effort, and he received the tribute of the whole earth, and yet when he was consumed by Kindama's curse she still remained alive. Uthara II, the young daughter of Varada, on the death of Abhimanyu, gentle and heroic, and joyful to the eyes as the young moon, yet lived on. And Akalia II, daughter of Dhritarastra, tenderly cared for by her hundred brothers, And Jayadratha, king of Sindhu, was slain by Arjuna, fair as he was and great as he had become by Sivah's gift, yet made no resignation of her life. And others are told of by thousands, daughters of Raksha's, gods, demons, ascetics, mortals, Siddhas and Gandharvas, who when bereft of their husbands yet preserved their lives. Still, where reunion is doubtful, life might be yielded. But for thee, thou hast heard from that great being a promise of reunion. What doubt can there be in a matter of thine own experience, and how could falsehood find a place in the words of such noble truth-speaking saints, even when there might be greater cause? And what union could there be between the dead and the living? Therefore of a surety that wondrous being was filled with pity and carried away ponderica to heaven solely to bring him back to life. For the power of great men transcends thought. Life has many aspects. Destiny is manifold. Those skilled in penance are fitted for wondrous miracles. Many are the forms of power gained by previous actions. Moreover, however subtly we may consider the matter, what other cause can we imagine for pondericas being taken away, but the gift of fresh life? In this, thou must know, is not impossible. It is a path often trodden. For Pramodvara, daughter of Vikvavesu, king of the Gandharvas in Manaka, lost her life through a poisonous snake at the hermitage of Stilikika, and the young ascetic Ruru, son of Pramodhi and grandson of the Brighus Ayavana, provided her with half his own life. And when Arjuna was following the Akvamita's deed, he was pierced in the van of the battle by an arrow from his own son Babruvahana, and a Nagamaden, Balupa, brought him back to life. When Parikshit, Abhimanyu's son, was consumed by Aquathama's fiery dart, though he had already died at birth, Krishna, filled with pity by Uthara's lament, restored his precious life. Anetaj Jayani, he whose steps are honored by the three worlds, carried off from the city of death the son of Sandipani the Brahman, and brought him back. And in thy case, too, the same will somehow come to pass. For by thy present grief, what is affected or what won? Fate is all-powerful. Destiny is strong. We cannot even draw a breath at our own will. The freaks of that accursed and most harsh destiny अव वश्वाव आव वश्वाव आव वश्वाव आव वश्वाव आव वश्वाव आव वश्वाव आव वश्वाव आव वश्वाव आव वश्वाव आव आव वश्वाव आव आव वश्वाव आव आव वश्वाव आव आव आव आव वश्वाव आव आव आव आव � conquer misfortune. With such gentle and soothing words he consoled her, and made her, albeit reluctantly, bathe her face with water brought in his joined hands from the cascade. Straightway the sun began to sink, as if he were leaving the day's duties from grief at hearing Mahakvita's story. Then day faded away, the sun hung shining red as the pollen of a cluster of Priyangu in full blossom, the quarters of space were losing the glow of sunset soft as silk died in the juice of many lotuses, the sky was tinged with red, glowing like the pupils of a partridge, while its blue was hidden, twilight was reddening and lighting up the earth, tawny as a pigeon's eye, the clusters of stars shone forth, vying with each other. The darkness of night was deepening into black, and stealing away. The broad path of the stars with its form dark as a forest buffalo, the woodland avenues seemed massed together as their green was hidden by deep gloom, the wind wandered cooled by night due, with its path tracked by the perfume of the wild flowers as it stirred the tangle of trees and creepers, and when night had its birds all still and sleep Mahakvita slowly rose, and saying her evening prayers, washed her feet with water from the pitcher and sat down with a hot, sorrowful sigh on her bark. COUCH Kendrapada, too, rose in portalibation of water strewn with flowers, said his evening prayer and made a couch on the other rock with soft creeper boughs. As he rested upon it he went over Mahatvita's story again in his mind. This evil love, thought he, has a power hard alike to cure and to endure. For even great men, when overcome by him, regard not the course of time, but suddenly lose all courage and surrender life. Yet all hail to love, whose rule is honored throughout the three worlds. And again he asked her, She that was thy handmaiden, thy friend in the resolve to dwell in the woods, and the sharer of the ascetic vow taken in thy sorrow-backslash, Turalika, where is she? Noble sir, she replied, From the race of apse races sprung from ambrosia of which I told you, there was born a feride daughter named Madeira, who married King Satrearatha, the king whose footstool was formed of the buds and the crests of all the gondarves. And by her countless virtues, he showed his favor by giving her the title of Chief Queen, bearing with it cowry, scepter, and umbrella, marked by a golden throne, and placing all the Zenana below her backslash, a woman's rarest glory. And as they pursued together the joys of youth in their utter devotion to each other, a priceless daughter was in due time born to them, by name Kadambari, most wondrous, the very life of her parents and of the whole Gandharv race and even of all living beings. From her birth she was the friend of my childhood and shared with me seat, couch, meat and drink, on her my deepest love was set and she was the home of all my confidence and like my other heart. Together we learned to dance and sing and our childhood passed away free from restraint in the sports that belong to it. From sorrow at my unhappy story she made a resolve that she would in no wise accept a husband while I was still in grief, and before her girlfriend she took an oath, saying, if my father shouldn't any wise or at any time wish to marry me against my will and by force, I will end my life by hunger, fire, cord, or poison. Sitaratha himself heard all the resolution of his daughter, spoken of positively in the repeated gossip of her attendance, and as time went on, seeing that she was growing to full youth, he became prey to great vexation, and for a time took pleasure in nothing, and yet, as she was his only child and he dearly loved her, he could say nothing to her, though he saw no other resource. But as he deemed the time now ripe, he considered the matter with Queen Madeira, and sent the herald Charoda to me at early dawn with the message, Dear Mahakvita, our hearts were already burned up by thy sad fate, and now this new thing has come upon us. With thee we look to win back Kadambari. Thereupon, in reverence to the words of one so respected, and in love to my friend, I sent Terallika with Ksharota to bid Kadambari not add grief to one already sad enough, for if she wished me to live she must fulfill her father's words, and ere Terallika had been long gone, thou. नोबल स्वर, केमस्ट विस्पाः। तो शावाशा क्या विस्वाशा क्या विस्वाशा क्या विस्वाशा क्या विस्वाशा क्या विस्वाशा क्या विस्वाशा क्या विस्वाशा क्या विस्वाशा क्या विस्वाशा क्या विस्वाशा क्या विस्वाशा क्या विस्वाशा sleep, and quietly lay down himself on his leafy couch and fell asleep while thinking what Vaikampayana and sorrowing Patrolaka and his princely compures would then be imagining about him. Then at dawn, when Mahakvita had honored the twilight and was murmuring the Agamarshana, and Kendrapada had said his morning prayer, Turallaka was seen coming with a gandharva boy named Kiyuraka. As she drew near, she looked long at Kendrapada, wondering who he might be, and approaching Mahakvita, she bowed low and sat respectfully by her. Then Kayuraka, with head low bent even from afar, took his place on a rock some way off, assigned to him by a glance from Mahakvita, and was filled with wonder at the sight of Kendrapita's marvelous beauty, rare, mocking that of gods, demons, gone-larves, and vidyat-haras, and surpassing even the god of love. When she had finished her prayers, Mahakvita asked Turallaka, Didst thou see my dear Kadambari well? And will she do as I said? Princess, said Turallaka, in a very sweet voice, with head respectfully inclined, I saw Princess Kadambari well in all respects, and told her all thine advice, and what was her reply, when with a continuous stream of thick tears she had heard it, that her loot player Kayurika, whom she has sent, shall tell thee, and as she ceased Kayurika said, Princess Mahakvita, my lady Kadambari, with a close embrace, sends this message, is this, that Terallika has been sent to tell me, said to please my parents or to test my feelings, or to subtly reproach me for my crime and dwelling at home, or is it a desire to break our friendship, or a device to desert one who loves her, or is it simply anger? Thou knowest that my heart overflows with a love that was inborn in me. How would thou not ashamed to send so cruel a message? Thou, burst so soft of speech, from whom hast thou learned to speak unkindness and utter reproach? Who in his senses would, even if happy, make up his mind to undertake even a slight matter that would end in pain? How much less one like me, whose heart is struck down by deep grief? For in a heart worn by a friend's sorrow, what hope is there of joy, what contentment, what pleasures, or what mirth? How should I fulfill the desire of love, poisonous, pitiless, unkind, who has brought my dear friend to so sad a plight? Even the hen-cock-ra-vaka, when the lotus beds are widowed by the sun setting, renounces from the friendship that arises from dwelling among them, the joys of union with her Lord, how much more, then, should women? While my friend dwells day and night sorrowing for the loss of her Lord and avoiding the sight of mankind, how could anyone else enter my heart, and while my friend in her sorrow tortures herself with penances and suffers great pain, how could I think so lightly of that as to seek my own happiness and accept a husband, or how could any happiness befall me? from love of thee I have in this matter accepted disgrace by embracing an independent life contrary to the wound of maidens. I have despised noble breeding, transgressed my parents' commands, said it not the gossip of mankind, thrown away modesty, but women's inborn grace, how, tell me, should such a one go back? Therefore I salute thee, I bow before thee, I embrace thy feet, be gracious to me. As thou hast gone hence into the forest, taking my life with thee, make not this request in thy mind, even in a dream. Thus having said, he became silent, and Mahakvita thought long, and then dismissed Kauraka, saying, Do thou depart, I will go to her and do what is fitting. On his departure she said to Kendrapada, Prince, Hemakuta is pleasant and the royal city of Satrāratha marvelous, the Kanara country is curious, the Gondarv world beautiful, and Kadambari is noble and generous of heart. If thou demest not the journey too tedious, if no serious business is hindered, if thy mind is curious to behold rare sights, if thou art encouraged by my words, if the sight of wonders gives thee joy, if thou wilt deign to grant my request, if thou thinkest me worthy of not being denied, if any friendship has grown up between us, or if I am deserving of thy favor, then thou canst not disdain to fulfill this prayer. Thou canst go hencewith me. अछि। art that wholly tends to make others happy. Lady, replied Candrapada, from the first moment of seeing the eye have been devoted to thy service. Let thy will be imposed without hesitation, so saying, he started in her company. In due time he reached Hemakuta, the royal city of the Gondarves, and passing through the seven inner courts with their golden arches, the prince approached the door of the maiden's dwelling. Escorted by porters, who ran forward at the side of Mahakvita, bowing while yet far off, and holding their golden staves, he entered and beheld the inside of the maiden's palace. It seemed a new woman's world, consisting wholly of women in countless numbers, as if the woman kind of the three worlds had been gathered together to make such a total, or it might be a fresh manless creation, a yet unborn continent of girls, of fifth women's. Era, a fresh race created by Prajapati out of hatred for men, or a treasury of women prepared for the making of many yugas. The wave of girlish beauty which surrounded it on all sides, which flooded space, sprinkled nectar on the day, rained splendor on the interstices of the world, and shone lustrous as an emerald, made the place all aglow as if with thousands of moons, it seemed modeled in moonlight, jewels made another sky, service was done by bright glances, every Every part was made for youthful pleasures, here was an assemblage for rithi sports, a material for love's practice, here the entrance of all was made. Smooth by love, here all was affection, beauty, the supreme deity of passion, the arrows of love, here all was wonder, marvel, and tenderness of youth. When he had gone a little way in he heard the pleasant talk of the maidens round Kadambari as they wandered hither and thither. such as, Livalika, deck the Livali trenches with Kitaki pollen. Sugrika, sprinkle jewel dust in the tanks of scented water. Mernalika, inlay with saffron dust the pairs of toy cockavocas in the artificial lotus beds. Makarika, scent the potpourri with camphor juice. Rajanaka, place jeweled lamps in the dark tamala avenues. Mootika, cover the pomegranates with pearly nets to keep off the birds. Nipinika, draw saffron lines on the breasts of the jeweled dolls. Utpalika, sweep with golden brooms the emerald arbor in the plain-tane house. Khazarika, sprinkle with wine the houses of buckle flowers. Malatika, redden with red lead the ivory roof of Kama's shrine. Nalinika, give the tame Callahams as lotus honey to drink. Cadalica, take the tame peacocks to the shower bath. Comalinica, give some sap from the lotus fibers to the young cockroaches. Cutalatica, give the caged pigeons their meal of mango buds. Palavica, distribute to the tame heritola pigeons some topmost leaves of the peppetry. Lavangica, throw some pieces of pipily leaves into the partridge's cages. Matucarica, make some flowery ornaments. Mayurika dismissed the pairs of Kanaras in the singing room. Kandalika bring up the pairs of partridges to the top of the playing hill. Horinika give the caged parrots and main is their lesson. Then he beheld Kadambari herself in the midst of her pavilion encircled by a bevy of maiden sitting by her whose glittering gems made them like a cluster of culpa trees. She was resting on her bent arms which lay on a white pillow placed on a small couch covered with blue silk, she was fan by cowherd bearers, that in the motion of their waving arms were like swimmers in the wide-flowing stream of her beauty, as if it covered the earth, which was only held up by the tusks of Mahavarra. And as her reflection fell, she seemed on the jeweled pavement below to be borne away by serpents, on the walls hard by to be led by the guardians of space, on the roof above to be cast upwards by the gods, to be received by the pillars into their inmost heart, to be drunk in by the palace mirrors, to be lifted to the sky by the videothorus scattered in the pavilion, looking down from the roof, to be surrounded by the universe concealed in the guise of pictures, all thronging together to see. Her, to be gazed at by the palace itself, which had gained a thousand eyes to behold her, इन अछिए आजिए आजिए आजिए पीकोख विचार-विमर्शक रेक। as they danced to the clashing of her gems, and to be steadily looked on by her own attendants, who seemed in their eagerness to behold her to have gained a divine insight. Her beauty bore the impressive awakening love, though but yet in promise, and she seemed to be casting childhood aside like a thing of no worth. Such was Kadambari as the prince beheld her. Before her was seated Kayuraka, loud in praise of Kendrapita's beauty, as Kadambari questioned him, saying, who is he, and what are his parentage, name, appearance, and age? What did he say, and what didst thou reply? How long didst thou see him? How has he become so close a friend to Mahakvita? And why is he coming hither? Now, on beholding the moon-like. Beauty of Kadambari's face, the prince's heart was stirred like the tide of ocean. Why, thought he, did not the Creator make all my senses into sight, or what noble deed has my eye done that it may look on her unchecked? Surely it is a wonder. The Creator has here made a home for every charm. Whence have the parts of this exceeding beauty been gathered? Surely from the tears that fell from the Creator's eyes in the labor of thought, as He gently molded her with His hands, all the lotuses in the world have their birth. And as he thus thought his eye met hers, and she, thinking, this is he of whom Keurika spoke, let her glance, widened by wonder of his exceeding beauty, dwell long and quietly on him. Confused by the sight of Kadambari, yet illumined by the brightness of her gaze, he stood for a moment like a rock, while at the sight of him a thrill rose in Kadambari, her jewels clashed, and she half rose. Then love caused aglow, but The excuse was the effort of hastily rising, trembling hinted her steps backslash, the hances around, drawn by the sound of the anklets, got the blame, the heaving of a sigh stirred her robe backslash, it was thought due to the wind of the cowries. Her hand fell on her heart, as if to touch can drape it as image that had entered in backslash, it pretended to cover her bosom, she let fall tears of joy backslash. The excuse was the pollen falling from the flowers in her ear. Shane choked her voice backslash, the swarm of bees hastening to the lotus sweetness of her mouth was the cause, the pain of the first touch of love's arrow caused a sigh backslash, the pain of the kataki thorns amidst the flowers shared the guilt, a tremor shook her hand backslash, keeping off the fortress who had come with a message was her pretense, and while love was thus entering into Kadambari, a second love, as it were, arose, who with her entered the heart of Kendrapida. For he thought the flash of her jewels but a veil, her entrance into his heart a favor, the tinkling of her gems a conversation, her capture of all his senses a grace, and contact with her bright beauty the fulfillment of all his wishes. Meanwhile Kadambari, advancing with difficulty a few steps, affectionately and with yearning embraced her friend, who also yearned for the sight of her so long delayed, and Mahakvita returned her embrace yet more closely, and said, Dear Kadambari, in the land of Bharata there is a king named Trapida, who wards off all grief from his subjects, and who has impressed his seal on the four oceans by the edge of the hoofs of his noble steeds, and this his son, named Kendrapida, decked with the orb. Of earth resting on the support of his own rock-like arms, as, in pursuit of world conquest, approached this land, and he, from the moment I first beheld him, has instinctively become my friend, though there was not to make him so, and, though my heart was cold from its resignation of all ties, yet he has attracted it by the rare and innate nobility of his character. For it is rare to find a man of keen mind who is at once true of heart, unselfish in friendship, and wholly swayed by courtesy. Wherefore, having beheld him, I brought him hither by force. For I thought thou should's behold as I have done a wonder of Brahma's workmanship, a peerless owner of beauty, a supplanter of Lakshmi, birth's joy in a noble lord, the surpassing of gods by mortals, the full fruition of woman's eyes, the only meeting place of all graces, the empire of nobility, and the mirror of courtesy for men. And my dear friend has often been spoken of to him by me. Therefore dismiss shame on the ground of his being unseen before, lay aside diffidence as to his being a stranger, cast away suspicion rising from his character being unknown, and behave to him as to me. He is thy friend, thy kinsman, and thy servant. At these words of hers can drape it abound low before Kadambari, and as she glanced sideways at him affectionately there fell from her eyes, with their beautiful pupils turned towards the corn. अनर of their long orbs, a flood of joyous tears, as though from weariness. The moonlight of a smile, white as nectar, darted forth, as if it were the dust raised by the heart as it hastily set out, one eyebrow was raised as if to bid the head on her with an answering reverence the guest so dear to the heart, her hand crept to her softly parting lips, and might seem, as the light of an emerald ring flashed between the fingers, to have taken some beetle. She bowed diffidently, and then sat down on the couch with Mahakvita, and the attendants quickly brought a stool with gold feet and a covering of white silk, and placed it near. The couch and khandrapada took his seat thereon. To please Mahakvita, the Portresses, knowing Kadambari's wishes, and having by a hand placed on closed lips received in order to stop all sounds, checked on every side the the sound of pipe, loot and song, and the magata women's cry of, all hail. When the servants had quickly brought water, Kadambari herself washed Mahakvita's feet and, drying them with her robe, sat on the couch again, and Madhulika, a friend worthy of Kadambari, dear as her own life and the home of all her confidence, insisted on washing Kandrapati's feet, unwilling though he were. Kattit Vita meanwhile asked Kadambari how she was, and lovingly touched with her hand the corner of her friend's eyes, which shone with the reflected light of her earrings, she lifted the flowers in Kadambari's ear, all covered with bees, and softly stroked the coils of her hair, roughened by the wind of the cowries. And Kadambari, ashamed, from love to her friend, of her own well-being, as though feeling that in still dwelling at home she had committed a crime, said with an effort that all was well with her. Then, though filled with grief and intent on gazing at Mahak Vita's face, yet her eye, with its pupil dark and quivering as it looked out sideways, was, under the influence of love, with bow fully bent irresistibly drawn by Kendrappita's face, and she could not turn it away. At that same moment she felt jealousy of his being pictured on the cheek of her friend standing near backslash, the pain of absence as his reflection faded away on her own breast, pierced by a thrill-backslash, the anger of a rival wife as the image of the statues fell on him-backslash, the sorrow of despair as he closed his eyes, and blindness as his image was veiled by tears of joy. At the end of a moment Mahakvita said to Kadambari as she was intent on giving Beatle, Dear Kadambari, the moment has approached for us to show honor to our newly arrived guest, Kendrapada. forgive him some. But averting her bent face, Kadambari replied slowly and indistinctly, Dear friend, I am ashamed to do so, for I do not know him. Do thou take it, for thou canst without the forwardness there would be in me, and give it him, and it was only after many persuasions, that with difficulty, and like a village maiden, she resolved to give it. Her eyes were never drawn for Mahakvita's face, her limbs trembled, her glance wavered, She sighed deeply, she was stunned by love with his shaft, and she seemed to pray to terror as she stretched forth her hand, holding the beetle as if trying to cling to something under the idea she was falling. The hand can drape it as stretched out, by nature-pink, as if red-lead had fallen upon it from the flapping of his triumphal elephant, was darkened by the scars of the boistering, and seen to have drops of chalyrium clinging to it from touching the eyes of his enemies' Lakshmi, weeping as he drew her by the hair, its fingers by the fourth flashing rays of his nails seemed to run up hastily, to grow long and to laugh, and the hands seemed to raise five other fingers in the five senses that, in desire, to touch her, had just made their entry full of love. Then contending feelings took possession of Kadambari as if they had gathered together in curiosity to see the grace at that moment so easy of access. Her hand, as she did not look wither it was going, was stretched vainly forth, and the rays of its nails seemed to hasten forward to seek Kendrapida's hand, and with the murmur of the line of bracelets stirred by her trembling, it seemed to say, as drops of moisture arose on it, let this slave offered by love be accepted, as if she were offering herself, and henceforth it is in thy hand, as if she were making it into a living being, and so she gave the beetle. And in drawing back her hand she did not notice the fall of her bracelet, which had slipped down her arm in eagerness to touch him, like her heart pierced by love shaft, and taking another piece of beetle, she gave it to Mahakvita. Then there came up with hasty steps a manna, a very flower, in that. Her feet were yellow as lotus filaments, her beak was like a campak bud, and her wings blue as a lotus petal. behind her came a parrot, slow and gate. अछि।, आमरोलडविंड, विछ आभिक लाए कोर्ल अगिण बेरिंग अखिण त्रीरएड रेंभो। आग्रिली त्मेना बिगन, प्रिंशेस काटमभारि, विजाश्त ताउ नाथ रेष्ट्चिद, इल मनरध, कन सीटद बरद फ्रुविम्श्विण। me. If thou overlookest my being oppressed by him, I will certainly destroy myself. I swear it truly by thy lotus feet." At these words Kadambari smiled, but Mahakvita, not knowing the story, asked Madalika what she was saying, and she told the following tale, This manna, Kolandhi, is a friend of Princess Kadambari, and was given by her solemnly in marriage to Parahasa, the parrot. And today, ever since she saw him reciting something at early dawn to Kadambari's beetle-bearer, Tamalaka, alone, she has been filled with jealousy, and in forwardness of wrath will not go near him, or speak, or touch, or look at him, and though we have all tried to soothe her, she will not be soothed. There at a smile spread over Kendrapada's face, and he softly laughed and said, This is the course of gossip. It is heard in the court, by a succession of ears the attendants pass it on, the Outside world repeats it, the tale wanders to the ends of the earth, and we too hear how this parrot perihasa has fallen in love with Princess Kadambari's beetle bear, and, enslaved by love, knows nothing of the past. Away with this ill-behaved, shameless deserter of his wife, and away with her too. But is it fitting in the princess not to restrain her giddy slave? Perhaps her cruelty, however, was shown at the first in giving poor colony to this ill-conducted bird. What can she do now? For women feel that a shared wifehood is the bitterest matter for indignation, the chief cause for estrangement, and the greatest possible insult. Colony has been only too patient that in the aversion caused by this weight of grief she has not slain herself by poison, fire, or famine. For nothing makes a woman more despised, and if, after such a crime, she is willing to be reconciled and to live with him again, shame on her. Enough of her. Let her be banished and cast out in scorn. Who will speak to her or look at her again, and who will mention her name? A laugh arose among Qadambari's women as they heard his mirthful words. But Parihasa, hearing his jesting speech, said, cutting Prince, she is clever. Unsteady as she is, she is not to be taken in by thee or anyone else. She knows all these crooked speeches. She understands a jest. Her mind is sharpened by contact with a court. Cease thy jests. She is no subject for the talk of bold men. For, soft of speech as she is, she knows well the time, cause, measure, object, and topic for wrath and for peace. Meanwhile, a herald came up and said to Mahakvita, Princess, King Satrearatha and Queen Madeira sent to see thee, and she, eager to go, asked Kadambari, friend, where should Kandrapada stay? The latter, inwardly smiling at the thought that he had already found a place in the heart of thousands of women, said aloud, Dear Mahakvita, why speak thus? Since I beheld him I have not been mistress of myself, far less than of my palace and my servants. Let him stay wherever it pleases him in my dear friend's heart." Thereon Mahakveda replied, Let him stay in the jeweled house on the playing hill of the royal garden near thy palace, and went to see the king. Kendrapada went away at her departure, followed by maidens, sent for his amusement by the portraits at Kadambari's bidding, players on loot and pipe, singers, skillful dice and draught players, practiced painters and reciters of graceful verses, he was led by his old acquaintance Kayurika to the jeweled hall on the playing hill. When he was gone a gondar of princess dismissed her girlfriends and attendants, and followed only by a few, went into the palace. There she fell on her couch, while her maiden stayed some way off, full of respect, and tried to comfort her. At length she came to, herself, and remaining alone, She was filled with shame. For modesty censured her, light one, what hast thou begun? Self-respect reproached her, donner of princess, how is this fitting for thee? Simplicity mocked her, where has thy childhood gone before its day was over? Youth warned her, willful girl, do not carry out alone any wild plan of thine own. Dignity rebuked her, timid child, this is not the course of a high-born maiden. blamed her, reckless girl, avoid this unseemly behavior. High birth admonished her. वूलिश वून, लव रफ लेद दींट तो लगिनिस। वूलिश वून, लव रफ लेद दींट तो लगिनिस। cried shame on her, whence comes thine unsteadiness of nature. Nobility rebuked her, self-willed, my authority is said it not by thee. And she thought within herself, what shameful conduct is this of mine, in that I cast away all fear, and show my unsteadiness and am blinded by folly. In my audacity I never thought he was a stranger, in my shamelessness I did not consider that he would think me light of nature, I never examined his character, I never thought in my folly if I were worthy of his regard, I had no dread of an unexpected rebuff, I had no fear of my parents, no anxiety about gossip. Nay, more, I did not in my unkindness remember that Mahakvita was in sorrow, in my stupidity I did not notice that my friends stood by and beheld me, in my utter dullness I did not see that my servants behind were observing me. Even grave minds would mark such utter forgetfulness of seamliness. How much more Mahakvita, who knows the course of love, and my friends skilled in all its ways, and my attendants who know all its symptoms, and whose wits are sharpened by life at court? The slaves of a Zenana have keen eyes in such matters. My evil fate has undone me. Better were it for me now to die than live a shameful life. What will my father and mother and the gondarves say when they hear this tale? What can I do? What remedy is there? How can I cover this error? To whom can I tell this folly of my undisciplined senses, and where shall I go, consumed by comma, the five-arrowed God? I had made a promise in Mahakvita's sorrow, I had announced it before my friends, I had sent a message of it by the hands of Kiyuraka, and how it has now come about that that beguiling Candrapada has been brought hither, and know not, ill-fated that I am, whether it be by cruel fate or proud love, or nemesis of my former deeds, or a cursed death, or anything else. But some power unseen, unknown, unheard of, unthought of and unimagined before, has come to delude me. At the mere sight of him I am a captive in bonds, I am cast into a cage and handed over by my senses, I am enslaved and led to him by love, I am sent away by affection, I am sold at a price by my feelings, I am made as a household chattel by my heart. I will have nothing to do with this worthless one. Thus for a moment she resolved. But having made this resolve, she was mocked by Kendrapida's image stirred by the trembling of her heart, if thou, in thy false reserve, will have not to do with me, I will go. She was asked by her life, which clung to her in a farewell embrace before starting at the moment of her determination to give up Kendrapada, she was addressed by a tear that rose at that moment, let him be seen once more with clearer eyes, whether he be worthy of rejection or no, she was chidden by love, saying, I will take away that pride together with thy life, and so her heart was again turned to Kendrapada. Overwhelmed when the force of her meditation had collapsed, by the access of love, she rose, under its sway, and stood looking through the window at the playing hill. And there, as if bewildered by a veil of joyful tears, she saw with her memory, not her eyes, as if fearing to soil with a hot-hander picture, she painted with her fancy, not with her brush, dreading the intervention of a thrill, she offered an embrace with her heart, not her breast, unable to bear his delay in coming, she sent her mind, not her servants, to meet him. Meanwhile, Kendrapida willingly entered. The jeweled house, as if it were a second heart of Kadambari. On the rock was strewn a blanket, with pillows piled on it at either end, and thereon he lay down, with his feet in Kayuraka's lap, while the maiden sat round him in the places appointed for them. With a heart in turmoil he betook himself to reflection, are these graces of Princess cotton barry, that steal all men's hearts, in maiden her, or has love, with kindness one by no service of mine, ordained them for me. For she gave me a side-long glance with loving, reddened eyes half-curved as if they were covered with the pollen of love's flowery darts as they fell on her heart. She modestly veiled herself with a bright smile fair as silk as I looked at her. She offered the mirror of her cheek to receive my image, as in shame at my gaze she averted her face. She sketched on the couch with her nail the first trace of willfulness of a heart that was giving me entrance. Her hand, moist with the fatigue of bringing me the beetle, seemed in its trembling to fan her hot face, as if it were a tamala branch she had taken, for a swarm of bees hovered round it, mistaking it for a rosy lotus. Perhaps, he went on to reflect, the light readiness to hope so common among mortals is now deceiving me with a throng of vain desires, and the glow of youth, devoid of judgment, or love himself, makes my brain real, whence the eyes of the young, as though struck by cataract, magnify even a small spot, and a tiny speck of affection is spread far by youthful ardor as by water. An excited heart like a poet's imagination is bewildered by the throng of fancies that it calls up of itself, and draws likenesses from everything, youthful feelings in the hand of cunning love are as a brush, and shrink from painting nothing, in imagination, proud of her suddenly gained beauty, turns in every direction. Longing shows as in a dream what I have felt. Hope, like a conjurer's wand, sets before us what can never be. Why, then, thought he again, should I thus weary my mind in vain? If this bright-eyed maiden is indeed thus inclined towards me, love, who is so kind without my asking, will ere long make it plain to me. He will be the decider of this doubt. Having at length come to this decision, he rose, then sat down, and merrily joined the damsels in gentle talk and graceful amusements backslash, with dice, song, lute, taber, concerts of mingled sound, and murmur of tender verse. After resting a short time he went out to see the park and climbed to the top of the pleasure hill. Kadambari saw him and bade that the window should be open to watch for Mahakvita's return, saying, she tarries long and, with a heart tossed by love, mounted to the roof of the palace. There she stayed with a few attendants, protected from the heat by a gold-handled umbrella, white as the full moon, and fanned by the waving of four yak's tails pure as foam. She seemed to be practicing an adornment fit for going to meet Kendrapida, by means of the bees which hovered round her head, eager for the scent of the flowers, which veiled her even by day in darkness. Now she leaned on the point of the cowry, now on the stick of the umbrella. Now she laid her hands on Tamalaka's shoulder, now she clung to Matalika, now she hit herself amidst her maidens, looking with side long glance. Now she turned herself round. Now she laid her cheek on the tip of the fortress's staff. Now with a steady hand she placed beetle on her fresh lips. Now she laughingly ran a few steps in pursuit of her maiden scattered by the blows of the lotuses she threw at them. And in looking at the prince, and being gazed at by him, she knew not how long a time had passed. At last a fortress announced Mahakvita's return, and she went down, and albeit unwilling, yet to please Mahakvita she bathed and performed the wanted duties of the day. Candrapada went down, and dismissing Kadambari's followers, performed the rites of bathing, and worshipped the deity Anur throughout the mountain, and did all the duties of the day, including his meal, on the Pleasure Hill. There he sat on an emerald seat which commanded the front of the Pleasure Hill, pleasant, green as a pigeon, bedewed with foam from the chewing of fawns, shining like Yamanah's water standing still in fear of Borahmah's plough, glowing crimson with black juice from the girl's feet, sanded with flower dust, hidden in a bower, a concert house of peacocks. He suddenly beheld day eclipsed by a stream of white radiance, rich in glory, light drunk up as by a garland of lotus fibers, birth flooded as by a milky ocean, space bedoed as by a storm of sandal juice, and the sky painted as with white chunam, double quotes. What, thought he, is our Lord, the moon, king of plants, suddenly risen, or are a thousand shower baths set going with their white streams let loose by a spring, or is it the heavenly Ganges, widening the earth with her wind-tossed spray, that has come down to earth in curiosity? Then, turning his eyes in the direction of the light, he beheld Kadambari, and with her Matalika and Turallika bearing a pearl necklace on a tray covered with white silk. Marapan Kendrapada decided that it was this necklace that eclipsed moonlight, and was the cause of the brightness, and by rising while she was yet far off, and by all wanted courtesies, he greeted the approach of Matalika. For a moment she rested on that emerald seat, and then, rising, anointed him with sandal perfume, put on him two white robes, crowned him with mulady flowers, and then gave him the necklace, saying, This thy gentleness, my prince, so devoid of pride, must need subjugate every heart. Thy kindness gives an opening even to one like me, by thy form thou art Lord of life to all, by that tenderness shown even where there is no claim on thee, thou froest on all a bond of love, the innate sweetness of thy bearing makes every man thy friend, these thy virtues, manifested with such natural gentleness. विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। our very praise would display our boldness, our subservience would manifest lightness, our love self-deception, our speech to the audacity, our service and pertinence, our gift and insult. Nay, more, thou hast conquered our hearts, what is left for us to give thee? Thou art Lord of our life, what can we offer thee? Thou hast already bestowed the great favor of thy presence, what return could we make? Thou by thy sight hast made our life worth having, how can we reward thy coming? Therefore Kadambari with this excuse shows her affection rather than her dignity. Noble hearts admit no question of mine and thine. Away with the thought of dignity. Even if she accepted slavery to one like thee, she would do no unworthy act, even if she gave herself to thee, she would not be deceived, if she gave her life, she would not repent. The generosity of a noble heart is always bent on kindness and does not willingly reject affection, and askers are less shame-faced than givers. But it is true that Kadambari knows she has offended thee in this matter. Now, this necklace, called Sessha, because it was the only jewel left of all that rose at the churning of nectar, was for that reason greatly valued by the Lord of Ocean, and was given by him to Verna on his return home. By the latter it was given to the gone-nerve king, and by him to Kadambari. And she, thinking thy form worthy of this ornament, in that not the earth, but the sky, is the home of the moon, hath sent it to thee. And though men like thee, who bear no ornament but a noble spirit, find it irksome to where the gems honored by meaner men, yet here Kadambari's affection is a reason for thee to do so. Did not Vishnu show his? by wearing on his breast the Kaustubha gem, because it rose with Lakshmi, and yet he was not greater than thee, nor did the Kaustubha gem in the lease surpass the sesha in worth, nor, indeed, does Lakshmi approach in the slightest degree to imitating Kadambari's beauty. And in truth, if her love is crushed by thee, she will grieve Mahakvita with a thousand reproaches, and will slay herself. Mahagvita therefore sends Turallaka with the necklace to thee, and bids me say thus, let not Kadambari's first impulse of love be crushed by thee, even in thought, most noble prince. Thus having said, she fastened on his breast the necklace that rested like a bevy of stars on the slope of the Golden Mountain. Filled with amazement, Kendrapada replied, What means this, Madalika? Thou art clever, and knowest how to win acceptance for thy gifts. By leaving me no chance of a reply, thou hast shown skill in oratory. Nay, foolish maiden, what are we in respect of thee, or of acceptance and refusal, truly this talk is not. Having received kindness from ladies so rich in courtesy, let me be employed in any matter, whether pleasing or displeasing to me. But truly there lives not the man whom the virtues of the most courteous lady Kadambari do not discourteously enslave. Thus saying, after some talk about Kadambari, he dismissed Madalika, and ere she had long gone the daughter of Satreith that dismissed her attendance, rejected the insignia of Wand, Umbrella and Kauri, and accompanied only by Tamalaka, again mounted to the roof of her palace to behold Kendrapada, bright with pearls, silk-raiment and sandal, go go to the pleasure hill, like the moon to the mount of rising. There, with passionate glances imbued with every grace, she stole his heart. And when it became too dark to see, she descended from the roof, and kendrapida, from the slope of the hill. Then the moon, source of nectar, gladdener of all eyes, arose with his rays gathered in, he seemed to be worshiped by the night lotuses, to calm the quarters whose faces were dark as if with anger, And to avoid the day-lotuses as if from fear of waking them, under the guise of his mark he wore night on his heart, he bore in the glow of rising the lack that had clung to him from the spurning of Rohini's feet, he pursued the sky, in its dark blue veil, like a mistress, and by reason of his great goodwill spread beauty everywhere. And when the moon, the umbrella of the supreme rule of Kama, the lord of the lotuses, the The ivory earring that dexed the night had risen, and when the world was turned to whiteness, as though overlaid with ivory, can drape it a lay down on a cool moonlit slab, pro-white, pointed out by Khatimbari servants. विशार-विमर्शक रेक। नाटक विपाषाक साहित्य, समालोचना, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कविता, कवित and told him that Princess Kadambari had come to see him. Then Kandrapada rose hastily, and beheld Kadambari drawing near. Few of her friends were with her, all her royal insignia were removed, she was as it were a new self, in a single necklace she wore, her slender form was white with the purest sandal juice, an earring hung from one ear, she wore a lotus petal in the ear, soft as a budding digit of the moon, she was clad in robes of the culpatory, clear as moonlight, and in the garb that consorted with that hour she stood revealed like the very goddess of moonrise, as she rested on the hand offered by Matalika. Drawing near, she showed a grace prompted by love, and took her seat on the ground, where servants are wont to sit, like a maiden of low degree, and Kendrapida, too, though often entreated by Matalika to sit on the rocky seat, took his place on. The ground by Matalika, and when all the women were seated he made an effort to speak, saying, Princess, to one who is thy slave, and whom even a glance gladdens, there needs not the favor of speech with thee, far less so great a grace as this. For, deeply as I think, I cannot see in myself any worth that this height of favor may be fit. Most noble and sweet in its laying aside of pride is this thy courtesy, in that such grace is shown to one but newly thy servant. For chance thou thinkest me a churl that must be won by gifts. Blessed, truly, is the servant over whom is thy sway. How great honor is bestowed on the servants deemed worthy of the bestowal of thy commands. But the body is a gift at the service of any man, and life is light as grass, so that I am ashamed in my devotion to greet thy coming with such a gift. Here am I, here my body, my life, my senses. Do thou, by accepting one of them, raise it to honor." Matalika smilingly replied to this speech of his, Enough, Prince. My friend Kadambari is pained by thy two great ceremony. Why speakest thou thus? She accepts thy words without further talk. And why, too, is she brought to suspense by these two flattering speeches, and then, Waiting a short time, she began afresh, how is King Tarapida, how Queen Villasavati, how the noble Kokonasa? What is Ujjaini like, and how far off is it? What is the land of Bharata? And is the world of mortals pleasant? So she questioned him. After spending some time in such talk, Kadambari rose, and summoning Kayuraka, who was lying near Kendrapada, and her attendance, she went up to her sleeping chamber. There she adorned a couch-strewn with a coverlet of white silk. Kendrapada, however, on his rock passed the night like a moment in thinking, while his feet were rubbed by Kayuraka, of the humility, beauty, and depth of Kadambari's character, the causeless kindness of Mahakvita, the courtesy of Madhulika, the dignity of the attendance, the great splendor of the Gandharv world and the charm of the Kimperusha land. Then the moon, lord of stars, weary of being kept awake by the sight of Kadambari, descended, as if to sleep, to the forest on the shore, with its palms and tamales, talus, banyans, and candelas, cool with the breeze from the hardly stirred ripples. As though with the feverish size of a woman grieving for her lover's approaching absence, the moonlight faded away. Lakshmi, having passed the night on the moon-lotuses, lay on the sun-lotuses, as though love had sprung up in her at the sight of Kendrapida. At the close of night, when the palace lamps grew pale, as if dwindling and longing as they remembered the blows of the lotuses and maiden's ears, the breezes of dawn, fragrant with creeper flowers, were wafted, sportive with the size of love weary from ceaselessly discharging his shafts, the stars were eclipsed by the rising dawn, and took their abode, as through fear in the thick creeper bowers of Mount Mandara. Then when the sun arose, with its orb crimson as if a glow remained from dwelling in the hearts of the Kakravakas, Kendrapada, rising from the rock, bathed his lotus face, said his morning prayer, took his beetle, and then bathed Kyuraka see whether Princess Kadambari was away. वेख अछि। विचार-विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। Vita in the bower of the courtyard below the Mandara palace, he started to see the daughter of the Gandharva. King There he beheld Mahak Vita surrounded by wandering ascetic women like visible goddesses of prayer, with marks of white ash on their brow, and hands quickly moving as they turned their rosaries, bearing the vow of Sivis followers, clad in robes tawny with mineral dyes, bound to wear red cloth, robed in a ruddy bark of ripe coconuts, or girdled with thick white cloth, with fans of white cloth, with staves, matted locks, deer skins, and bark dresses, with the marks of male ascetics, reciting, The pure praises of Siva, Durga, Kartikey, Vikravesa, Krishna, Avalokitekvara, the Arhat, Varinka, Mahakvita. Herself was showing honor to the elder kinswomen of the king, the foremost of the Zenana, salutes, courteous speeches, by rising to meet them and placing reed seats for them. He beheld Kadambari also giving her attention to the recitation of the Mahabharata that transcends all good omens by Narada's sweet-voiced daughter with an accompaniment of flute soft as the murmur of bees played by a pair of canaras sitting behind her. She was looking in a mirror fixed before her at her lip, pale as beeswax when the honey is gone, bathed in the moonlight of her teeth, though within it was darkened by beetle. She was being honored by a sun-wise turn and departing by a tame goose wandering like the moon in a fixed circle, with wide eyes raised to her sericea earrings in its longing for valizniria. Here the prince approached, and, saluting her, sat down on a seat placed on the dais. After a short stay he looked at Mahakvita's face with a gentle smile that dimpled his cheek, and she, at once knowing his wish, said to Kadambari, Dear friend, Kendrapada is softened by thy virtues as the moonstone by the moon, and cannot speak for himself. He wishes to depart, for the court he has left behind is thrown into distress, not knowing what has happened. Moreover, however far apart you may be from each other, this your love, like that of the sun and the day lotus, or the moon and the night lotus, will last till the day of doom. Therefore let him go. Dear Mahakvita, replied Kadambari, I in my retinue belong as holy to the prince as his own soul. Why, then, this ceremony? So saying, and summoning the gone-nerve princes, she bade them escort the prince to his own place, and he, rising, bowed before Mahakvita first, and then Kadambari, and was greeted by her with eyes and heart softened by affection, with the words, Lady, what shall I say? For men distrust the multitude of words. Let me be remembered in the talk of thy retinue, he went out of the Zenana, and all the maidens but Kadambari, drawn by reverence for Kendrapada's virtues, followed him on his way like his subjects to the Outer Gate. On their return, he mounted the steed brought by Kayurika, and, escorted by the Gandharva princes, turned to leave Hemakuta. His whole thoughts on the way were about Kadambari in all things both within and without. With a mind wholly imbued with her, he beheld her behind him, dwelling within him in his bitter grief for the cruel separation, or before him, stopping him in his path, or cast on the sky, as if by the force of longing in his heart troubled by parting, so that he could perfectly see her face, he beheld her very self-resting on his heart, as if her mind were wounded with his loss. When he reached Mahakvita's hermitage, he there beheld his own camp, which had followed the tracks of Andreida. Dismissing the gondar of princes, he entered his own abode amidst the salutations of his troops full of joy, curiosity, and wonder, and after greeting the rest of the court, he spent the day mostly in talk with Vaikampayana and Patralika, saying, thus said Mahakvita, thus Kadambari, thus Madalika, thus Tamalika, thus Kayurika. No longer did royal glory, envious at the sight of Kadambari's beauty, find in him her joy, for him night passed in wakefulness as he thought, with a mind in ceaseless longing, of that bright-eyed maiden. Next morning, at sunrise, he went to his pavilion with his mind still fixed on her, and suddenly saw Kairaka entering with a doorkeeper, and as the latter, while yet far off, cast himself on the ground, so that his crest swept the floor, can drape it a-cry'd, come, come, meeting him first with a side-long glance, then with his heart, then with a thrill. Then at last he hastened forward to give him a hearty and frank embrace, and made him sit down by himself. Then, in words brightened by the nectar of a The smile, and transfused with overflowing love, he reverently asked, Say, Kayurika, is the lady Kottambari well, and her friends, and her retinue, and the lady Mahakvita? With a low bow, Kayurika, as. Though he had been bathed, anointed, and refreshed by the smile that the prince's deep affection had prompted, replied respectfully, She is now well, in that my lord asks for her. And then he showed a folded lotus leaf, wrapped in wet cloth, with its opening closed by lotus filaments, and a seal of tender lotus filaments set in a paste of wet sandal. This he opened, and showed the token sent by Kadambari, such as milky beetle nuts of Emerald Hugh, with their shells removed and surrounded with fresh sprays, beetle leaves pale as the cheek of a hen parrot, camphor like a solid piece of Siva's moon, and sandal ointment pleasant with rich musk sand. The Lady Kadambari, said he, salutes thee with folded hands that kiss her crest, and that a rosy with the rays of her tender fingers, Mahakvita with a greeting and embrace, Matalika with a reverence and a brow bathed in the moonlight of the crest gem she has let fall, the maidens with the points of the fish ornaments and the parting of their hair resting on the ground, and Teralika, with a prostration to touch the dust of thy feet. Mahakvita sends thee this message, Happy truly are they from whose eyes thou art never absent. For in truth thy virtues, snowy, cold as the moon when thou art by, in thine absence burn like sunlight. Truly all yearn for the past day as though it were that day were on fate with such toil brought forth Emerita. Without thee the royal gondor of city is languid as at the end of a feast. Thou knowest that I have surrendered all things, yet my heart in my despite desires to see thee who art so undeservedly kind. Kadambari, moreover, is far from well. She recalls thee with thy smiling face like love himself. Thou, by the honor of thy return, canst make her proud of having some virtues of her own. For respect shown by the noble must needs confer honor. And thou must forgive the trouble of knowing such as we. For thine own nobility gives this boldness to our address. And here is this sessha necklace, which was left by thee on thy couch. So saying, he loosed it from his band, where it was visible by reason of the long rays that shot through the interstices of the fine thread, and placed it in the fanbearer's hand, double quotes. This, indeed, is the reward of doing homage at Mahakvita's feet, that the lady Kadambari should lay so great a weight of honor on her slave as to remember him, said Khandrapada, as he placed all on his head and accepted it. The necklace he put round his neck, after anointing it with an ointment cool, pleasant, and fragrant, as it were with the beauty of Kadambari's cheeks distilled, or the light of her smile liquefied, or her heart melted, or her virtues throbbing forth. Taking some beetle, he rose and stood, with his left arm on Kayurika's shoulder, and then dismissed the courtiers, who were gladly paying their wanted homage, and at length went to see his elephant Ganhamadana. There he stayed a short time, and after he had himself given to the elephant a handful of grass, that, being jagged with the rays of his nails, was like lotus fiber, he went to the stable of his favorite steed. On the way he turned his face now on this side, now on that, to glance at his retinue, and the porters, his wish, forbade all to follow him, and dismissed the revenue, so that he entered the stable with Kyurica alone. The grooms bowed and departed, with eyes bewildered by terror at their dismissal, and the prince set straight and drear at his cloth, which had fallen a little on one side, pushed back his mane, tawny as a lion's, which was falling on his eyes and half-closing them, and then, negligently resting his foot on the peg of the tethering rope, and leaning against the stable wall, he eagerly asked. Tell me, Kayurika, what has happened in the Gonderv court since my departure? In what occupation has the Gonderv princess spent the time? What were Mahakveda and Matalika doing? What talk was there? How were you and the retinue employed? And was there any talk about me? Then Kayurika told him all, listen, Prince. On thy departure, the lady Kadambari, with her retinue, climbed to the palace roof, making in the maiden's palace with the sound of anklets the beat of farewell drums that rose from a thousand hearts, and she gazed on thy path, gray with the dust of the cavalcade. When thou word out of sight, she laid her face on Mahakvita's shoulder, and, in her love, sprinkled the region of thy journey with glances fair as the milky ocean, and, in a . विचार-विमर्शक रेक। Step she let her hand rest on creeper twigs white with flowers, at her mind on their virtues. When she reached the plezons, her retinue needlessly told her, Here the prince stayed on the spray-washed rock, with its creeper-bower bedewed by the stream from a pipe that ends in an emerald fish-head, Here he bathed in a place covered by bees absorbed in the fragrance of the Senate water, Here he worshipped Siva on the bank of the mountain stream, sandy with flower dust, here he ate on a crystal stone which eclipsed moonlight, and here he slept on a pearly slab with a mark of sandal. Juice imprinted on it. And so she passed the day, gazing on the signs of iPresence, and at close of day Mahakvita prepared for her, though against her will, a meal in that crystal dwelling. And when the sun set and the moon rose, soon, as though she were a moonstone that moonlight would melt, and therefore dreaded the entrance of the moon's reflection, she laid her hands on her cheeks, and, as if in thought, remained for a few minutes with closed eyes, and then rising, went to her sleeping chamber, scarcely raising her feet as they moved with graceful, languid gait, seemingly heavy with bearing the moon's reflection on their bright nails. Throwing herself on her couch, she was wracked by a severe headache, and overcome by a burning fever, and, in company with the palace lamps, the moon lotuses, and the cockroach avocas, she passed the night open-eyed in bitter grief. And at dawn she summoned me, and reproachfully bade me seek for tidings of thee. At these words, Kendrapida, all eager to depart, shouted, a horse. A horse, and left the palace. Andreida was hastily saddled and brought round by the grooms and Kendrapida mounted, placing Petrelika behind him, leaving Vikampayana in charge of the camp, dismissing all his retinue, and followed by Kayurika on another steed, he went to Hemakuta. On his arrival, he dismounted at the gate of Kadambari's palace, giving his horse to the doorkeeper, and, followed by Petrelika, eager for the first sight of Kadambari, He entered and asked a eunuch who came forward where the Lady Cottumbari was. Bending low, the latter informed him that she was in the ice-bowl or on the bank of the lotus tank below the Madame Europlesons, and then the prince, guided by Keurica, went some distance through the women's garden and beheld day grow green, and the sunbeams turn into grass by the reflection of the plantain groves with their emerald glow, and there he beheld Cottumbari. Then she looked with tremulous glance at her retinue, as, coming in one after another, they announced Kendrapida's approach, and asked each by name, Tell me, has he really come, and hast thou seen him? How far off is he? She gazed with eyes gradually brightening as. She saw him yet a far off, and rose from her couch of flowers, standing like a newly caught elephant bound to her post, and trembling in every limb. She was veiled in bees drawn as vassals by the fragrance of her flowery couch, all murmuring. Her upper garment was in confusion, and she sought to place on her bosom the shining necklace. She seemed to beg the support of a hand from her own shadow as she laid her left hand on the jeweled pavement. She seemed to receive herself as a gift by sprinkling with her right hand moist with the toil of binding together her falling locks. She poured forth tears of joy cool as though the sandal juice of. Her sectarial mark had entered in and been united with them, she washed with a line of glad tears her smooth cheeks, that the pollen from her garland had tinged with gray, as if in eagerness that the image of her beloved might fall thereon, she seemed to be drawn forward by her long eyes fastened on Candrapida's face, with its pupil fixed in a side-long glance, and her head somewhat bent, as if from the weight of the sandal mark on her brow. When Kendrapada, approaching, bowed first before Mahakvita, then courteously saluted Kadambari, and when she had returned his obeisance and seated herself again on the couch, and the fortress had brought him a gold stool with legs gleaming with gems, he pushed it away with his foot and sat down on the ground. Then Kayuraka presented Patralika, saying, This is Prince Kendrapada's beetle box-bearer and most favored friend. And Katambari, looking on her, thought, how great partiality does Prajapati bestow on mortal women. आन आस पट्रलेक अबावड रेक। फॉली, शिबईद वर अप्रोच, अपने वेश्वावग नाद्विश्वावग, अपने वेश्वावग नाद्विश्वावग, अपने वेश्वावग नाद्विश्वावग, अपने वेश्वावग नाद्विश्वावग, अपने व it so. I will, nevertheless, ask her with a skillfully devised speech. Then he said aloud, Princess, I know that this pain, with its unceasing torment, has come on thee from love. Yet, slender maiden, it torments thee not as us. I would gladly, by the offering of myself, restore thee to health. For I pity thee as thou tremblest, and as I see thee fallen under the pain of love, My heart, too, falls prostrate. For thine arms are slender and unadorned, and albirused in thine I red lotus like a hibiscus from the deep wasting of fever. And all thy retinue weeps ceaselessly for thy pain. Accept thine ornaments. Take of thine own accord thy richest adornments, for as the creeper shines hidden in bees and flowers, so shouldst thou. Then Kadambari, though naturally simple by reason of her youth, yet, from a knowledge taught by love, understood all the meaning of this darkly expressed speech. Yet, not realizing that she had come to such a point in her desires, supported by her modesty, she remained silent. She sent forth, however, the radiance of a smile at that moment on some pretext, as though to see his face darkened by the bees which were gathered round its sweetness. Matalika therefore replied, Prince, what shall I say? This pain is cruel beyond words. Moreover, in one of so delicate a nature what does not tend to pain. Even cool lotus fibers turn to fire and moonlight burns. Sayest thou not the pain produced in her mind by the breezes of the fans? Only her strength of mind keeps her alive. But in heart alone did Kadambari admit Madhulika's words as an answer to the prince. His mind, however, was in suspense from the doubtfulness of her meaning, and after spending some time in affectionate talk with Mahakvita, at length with a great effort he withdrew himself, and left Kadambari's palace to go to the camp. As he was about to mount his horse, Kayurika came up behind him, and said, Prince, Madhulika Bids me say that Princess Kadambari, ever since she beheld Petrelika, has been charmed by her and wishes to keep her. She shall return later. Having heard her message, thou must decide, happy, replied the Prince, and enviable is Petrelika, in that she is honored by so rare a favor by the princess. Let her be taken in. So saying, he went to the camp. At the moment of his arrival he beheld a letter carrier well known to him that had come from his father's presence, and, stopping his horse, he asked from afar, with eyes widened by affection, is my father well, and all his retinue. And my mother and all the Zanana. Then the man, approaching with a reverence, saying, as thou sayest, Prince, gave him two letters. Then the Prince, placing them on his head, and himself opening them in order, read as follows, hail from Ujjjaini. King Trapida, king of kings, whose lotus feet are made the crest on the head of all kings, greets Kendrapida, the home of all good fortune, kissing him on his head, which kisses the circle of the flashing rays of his crest jewels. Our subjects are well. Why has so long a time passed since we have seen thee? Our heart longs eagerly for thee. The queen and the Zenana pine for thee. Therefore, let the cutting short of this letter be a cause of thy setting out. And in the second letter, sent by Kokonasa, he read words of like import. Vikampayana, too, at that moment came up, and showed another pair of letters of his own to the same effect. So with the words, as my father commands, he had once mounted his horse, and caused the drum of departure to be sounded. He instructed Megonata, son of Balahaka, the commander-in-chief, who stood near him surrounded by a large troop, thou must come with Petrelekha. Kayuraka will surely bring her as far as here, and by his lips a message must be sent with a salutation to Princess Kadambari. Truly the nature of mortals deserves the blame of the three worlds, for it is discourteous, friendly and hard to grab. नाटक विचार-विमर्शक रेक। नाटक विपाषक रेक। नाटक विपाषक रेक। नाटक विपाषक रेक। नाटक विपाषक रेक। नाटक विपाषक रेक। नाटक विपाषक रेक। नाटक विपाषक रेक। नाटक विपाषक रेक। has become a cheating counterfeit, my faith has gained skill in false tones, my self-devotion has sunk into base deceit, having only a pretended sweetness, and the variance of voice and thought has been laid bare. But enough of myself. The princess, though a mate for the gods, has, by showing her favor to an unworthy object, incurred reproach. For the ambrosially kind glances of the great, when they fall in vain on unfitting objects, cause shame afterwards. And yet my heart is not so much weighed down by shame for her as for Mahatvita. For the princess will doubtless often blame her for her ill-placed partiality in having painted my virtues with a false imputation of qualities I did not possess. What, then, shall I do? My parents' command is the way dear. Yet it controls my body alone. But my heart, in its yearning to dwell at Hemakuta, has written a bond of slavery for a thousand births to Princess Kadambari, and her favor holds it fast as the dense thicket holds a forester. Nevertheless, I go at my father's command. Truly from this cause the infamous Kendrapada will be a byword to the people. Yet, think not that Kendrapada, if he lives, will rest without again tasting the joy of worshipping the lotus feet of the princess. with bent head and sun-wise turn the feet of Mahakvita. Tell Madhulika that a hearty embrace, preceded by an obeisance, is offered her, salute Tamalaka, and inquire on my behalf after all Kadambari's revenue. Let blessed Temakuta be honored by me with upraised hands. After giving this message, he set Vaitampayana over the camp, instructing his friend to march slowly, without overt asking the army. Then he mounted, accompanied by his cavalry, mostly mounted on young horses, wearing the grace of a forest of spears, breaking up the earth with their hoofs, and shaking kailasa with their joyful mane as they set out, and though his heart was empty, in the fresh separation from Kadambari, he asked the letter carrier who clung to his saddle concerning. The Way to Ajjaini. And on the way he beheld in the forest a red flag, near which was a shrine of Durga, guarded by an old Dravidian hermit, who made his abode thereby. Dismounting, he entered, and bent reverently before the goddess, and, bowing again after a sun-wise turn, he wandered about, interested in the calm of the place, and beheld on one side the wrathful hermit, howling and shouting at him, and at the sight, tossed as he was by passionate longing in his absence from Kadambari, he could not forebear smiling a moment, but he checked his soldiers, who were laughing and beginning a quarrel with the hermit, and at length, with great difficulty, he calmed. Him with many a soothing and courteous speech, and asked him about his birthplace, caste, knowledge, wife and children, wealth, age, and the cause of his ascetic vow. On being asked, the latter described himself, and the prince was greatly interested by him as he garulously described his past heroism, beauty, and wealth, and thus diverted his mind in its soreness of bereavement, and, having become friendly with him, he caused beetle to be offered to him. When the sun set, the princes encamped under the trees that chance to be near, the golden saddles of the steeds were hung on boughs, the steeds showed the exertions they had gone through, from the tossing of their manes dusty with rolling on the earth, and after they had taken some handfuls of grass and been watered, and were refreshed, they were tethered, with the spears dug into the ground before them, the soldiery, wearied with the day's march, appointed a watch, and gladly went to sleep on. Heaps of leaves near the horses, the encampment was bright as day, for the darkness was drunk up by the light of many a bivouac fire, and Kendrapida went to a couch prepared for him by his retinue, and pointed out to him by his porters, in front of the place where Andreida was tethered. But the very moment he lay down restlessness seized his heart, and, overcome by pain, he dismissed the princes, and said nothing even to the special favorites who stood behind him. With closed eyes he again and again went in heart to the Kimperusha land. With fixed thought he recalled Hemakuta. He thought on the spontaneous kindness of Mahakvita's favors. He constantly longed for the sight of Kadambari as his life's highest fruit. He continually desired the converse of Matalika, so charming in its absence of pride. He wished to see Tamalaka. He looked forward to Kayuraka's coming. He beheld in fancy the winter palace. नाटक विचार-विमर्शक रेक। नाटक विचार-विमर्शक रेक। नाटक विचार-विमर्शक रेक। नाटक विचार-विमर्शक रेक। नाटक विमर्शक रेक। नाटक विमर्शक रेक। नाटक विमर्शक रेक। like lotuses of offering to a guest raised in reverent salutation, were raised by the citizens in their confusion and joy at his sudden coming, as he then unexpectedly entered the city. The king heard from the retinue hastening to be first to tell him that Kendrapida was at the gate, and bewildered by sudden gladness, with steps low from the weight of joy, he went to meet his son. Like Mandara, he drew to himself as a milky ocean his spotless silk mantle that was slipping down, like the cul-patry, with its shower of choice pearls, he reigned tears of gladness. He was followed by a thousand chiefs that were round him backslash, chiefs with top-knots white with age, anointed with sandal, wearing untorn linen robes, bracelets, turbans, crests and wreaths, bearing swords, staves, umbrellas and cowries, making the earth a pure rich in kylosses and milky oceans. The prince, seeing his father from afar, dismounted, and touched the ground with a head garlanded by the rays of his crest jewels. Then his father stretched out his arms, bidding him approach, and embraced him closely, and when he had paid his respects to all the honorable persons who were there, he was led by the king to Vilasavadi's palace. His coming was greeted by her and her retinue, and when he had performed all the auspicious ceremonies of arrival, he stayed some time in talk about his expedition of conquest and then went to see Kokonasa. Having Duly stayed there some time, he told him that Vykhampayana was at the camp in Well, and saw Manurma, and then returning, he mechanically performed the ceremonies of bathing, and so forth, in Vilasavadi's palace. On the morrow he went to his own palace, and there, with a mind tossed by anxiety, He deemed that not only himself, but his palace and the city, and, indeed, the whole world, was but a void without Kadambari, and so, in his longing to hear news of her, he awaited the return of Patralika, as though it were a festival, or the winning of a boon, or the time of the rising of Emerita. A few days later Megonata came with Patralika, and led her in, and as she made obeisance from afar, Kendrapada smiled affectionately, and, rising reverently, embraced her, for though she was naturally dear to him, she was now yet dearer as having won a fresh splendor from Kadambari's presence. He laid his slender hand on Meghanada's back as he bent before him, and then, sitting down, he said, Tell me, Patralika, is all well with Mahakvita and Matalika, and the Lady Kadambari. And are all her retinue well, with Tamalika and Kayuraka. Prince, she replied, All as well, as thou sayest. The lady caught Ambari, with her friends and Retinue, do thee homage by making their raised hands into a wreath for their brows. At these words the prince dismissed his royal Retinue, and went with Petrolaka into the palace. Then, with a tortured heart, no longer able from its intense love to overcome his eagerness to hear, he sent his Retinue far away and entered the house. With his lotus feet he pushed away the pair of hamsas that were sleeping happily on the slope beneath a leafy bower that made an emerald banner, and, resting in the midst of a fresh bed of hibiscus, that made a sunshade with its broad, long-stocked leaves, he sat down, and asked, Tell me, patrolica, how thou hast fared? How many days were thou there? What favor did the princess show thee? What talk was there, and what conversation arose. Who most remembers us, and whose affection is greatest. Thus questioned, she told him, Give thy mind and hear all. When thou wert gone, I returned with Kyureka, and sat down near the couch of flowers, and there I gladly remained, receiving ever-fresh marks of kindness from the princess. What need of words? The whole of that day her eye, her form, her hand, were on mine, her speech dwelt on my name and her heart on my love. On the morrow, leaning on me, she left the winter palace, and, wandering at will, bade her retinue remain behind, and entered the maiden's garden. By a flight of emerald steps, that might have been formed from Jamanah's waves, she ascended to a white summer house, and in it she stayed some time, leaning against a jeweled pillar, Deliberating with her heart, wishing नाटक आविचार-विमर्शक विचार-विमर्शक विचार-विमर्शक विचार-विमर्शक विचार-विमर्शक विचार-विमर्शक विचार-विमर्शक विचार-विमर्शक विचार-विमर्शक विचार-विमर्शक विचार-विमर्शक विचार-विमर्शक her, she was bathed in perspiration, where at a trembling came upon her, so that, shaking in every limb as though fearing to fall, she was seized by despair. But when I, who knew her thoughts, fixed my mind on her, and, fastening my eyes on her face, bade her speak, she seemed to be restrained by her own trembling limbs, with a toe that marked the floor as if for retreat, she seemed to rub out her own image in shame that it should hear her secret, with her lotus foot backslash, its anklets all set jingling by the scratching of the floor backslash, she pushed aside the tame geese. With a strip of silk made into a fan for her hot face, she drove away the bees on her. Ear lotuses, to the peacock she gave, like a bribe, a piece of beetle broken by her teeth, and gazing often on every side lest a wood goddess should listen, much as she longed to speak, she was checked in her utterance by shame, and could not speak a word. Her voice, in spite of her greatest efforts, was wholly burnt up by love's fire, borne away by a ceaseless flow of tears, overwhelmed by onrushing griefs, broken by love's falling shafts, banished by invading sighs, restrained by the hundred cares that dwelt in her heart and drunk by the bees that tasted her breath, so that it could not come forth. In brief, she made a pearl rosary to count her many griefs with the bright tears that fell without touching her cheeks, as with bent head she made the very image of a storm. Then from her shame learned its full grace, modesty, a transcendent modesty, simplicity, simplicity, courtesy, courtesy, fear, timidity, coquetry, its quintessence, despair, its own nature, and charm, a further charm. And so, when I asked her, Princess, what means this, she wiped her reddened eyes, and, holding a garland woven by the flowers of the bower with arms which, soft as lotus fibers, seemed meant to hold her firmly in the excess of her grief, she raised one eyebrow, as if gazing on the path of death, and sighed along, fevered sigh. And as, in desire to know the cause of her sorrow, I pressed her to tell me, she She seemed to write on the kataki petal scratched by her nails in her shame, and so deliver her message. She moved her lower lip in eagerness to speak, and seemed to be whispering to the bees who drank her breath, and thus she remained some time with eyes fixed on the ground, double quotes. At last, often turning her glance to my face, she seemed to purify, with the tears that fell from her brimming eyes, the voice that the smoke of love's fire had dimmed. And in the guise of tears, she bound up with the rays of her teeth, flashing in a forced smile, the strange syllables of what she had meant to say, but forgotten in her tremor, and with great difficulty betook herself to speech. Patrolaka, she said to me, By reason of my great favour for thee, neither father, mother, maha-khvita, matalika, nor life itself is dear to me as thou hast been since I first beheld thee. I know not why my heart has cast off all my friends and trusts in the alone. To whom else can I complain, or tell my humiliation, or give a share in my woe? When I have shown thee the unbearable burden of my woe, I will die. By my life I swear to thee I am put to shame by even my own heart's knowledge of my story, how much more by another's. How should such as I stain by ill report a race pure as moonbeams, and lose the honor which has descended from my sires, and turn my thoughts on unmaidingly levity, acting thus without my father's will, or my mother's bestowal, or my elder's congratulations, without any announcement, without sending of gifts, or showing of pictures. Timidly, as one unprotected, have I been led to deserve my parents' blame by that overweening Candrapada. Is this, I pray, the conduct of noble men? Is this the fruit of our meeting, that my heart, tender as a lotus filament, is now crushed? For maidens should not be lightly treated by youths, the fire of love is wont to consume first their reserve and then their heart, the arrows of love pierce first their dignity and then their life. Therefore, I bid thee farewell till our meeting in another birth, for none is dearer to me than thou. By carrying out my resolve of death, I shall cleanse my own stain. though saying, she was silent. Not knowing the truth of her tale, I sorrowfully, as if ashamed, afraid, bewildered, and bereft of sense, adjured her, saying, Princess, I long to hear. Tell me what Prince can dra- विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार-विचार him my earrings to appoint meetings. He sends love letters with their syllables washed away, filled with mad hopes, most sweet, and showing his own state by the lines of tears stained with pigment falling on them. By the glow of his feelings he dies my feet against my will. In his reckless insolence he prides himself on his own reflection in my nails. In his unwarranted boldness he embraces me against my will in the gardens when I I am alone, and almost dead from fear of being caught, as the clinging of my silken skirts to the branches hinders my steps, and my friends the creepers seize and deliver me to him. Naturally crooked, he teaches the very essence of crookedness to a heart by nature simple by the blazonry he paints on my breast. Full of guileful flattery, he fans with his cool breath my cheeks all wet and shining as with a breeze from the waves of my heart's longing. He boldly places the rays of his nails like young barley sheaves on my ear, though his hand is empty, because its lotus has fallen from his grasp relaxed in weariness. He audaciously draws me by the hair to quaff the sweet wine of his breath, inhaled by him when he watered his favorite buckle flowers. Mocked by his own folly, he demands on his head the touch of my foot, destined for the palace a coca tree. In his utter love madness, he says, Tell me, patrolika, how a madman can be rejected. For he considers refusal a sign of jealousy, he deems abuse a gentle jest, he looks on silence as petishness, he regards the mention of his faults as a device for thinking of him, he views contempt as the familiarity of love, he esteems the blame of mankind as renown. A sweet joy filled me as I heard her say this, and I thought, surely love has led her far in her feelings for Kendrapida. If this indeed be true, he shows invisible form, under the guise of Kadambari, his tender feeling towards the Prince, and he is met by the Prince's innate and carefully trained virtues. The quarters gleam with his glory, a rain of pearls is cast by his youth on the waves of the ocean of tenderness, his name is written by his youthful gaiti on the moon, his own fortune is proclaimed by his happy lot, and nectar is showered down by his grace as by the digits of the moon. Moreover, the Malaya wind has at length its season, moonrise has gained its full chance, the luxuriance of spring flowers has won a fitting fruit, the sharpness of wine has mellowed to its full virtue, and the descent of love's era is now clearly manifest on earth," then I smiled and said aloud, if it be so, princess, cease thy wrath. He appeased. Thou canst not punish the prince for the faults of Kama. These truly are the sports of love, the God of the flowery bow, not of a wanton kandrapada. As I said this, she eagerly asked me, as for this Kama, whoever he may be, tell me what forms he assumes. How can he have forms, replied I, he is a formless fire. Or without flame he creates heat, without smoke he makes tears flow, without the dust of ashes he shows whiteness. Nor is there a being in all the wide universe who is not, or has not been, or will not be, the victim of his shaft. Who is there that fears him not? Even a strong man is pierced by him when he takes in hand his flowery bow, double quotes. Moreover, when tender women are possessed by him, they gaze, and the sky is crowded with a thousand images of their beloved. They paint the loved form, the earth is a canvas all too small. They reckon the virtues of their hero, number itself fails them. They listen to talk about their dearest, the goddess of speech herself seems all too silent. They muse on the joys of union with him who is their life, and time itself is all too short to their heart. She pondered a moment on this air she replied, as thou sayest, Petraleca, love has led me into tenderness for the prince. For all these signs and more are found in me. Thou art one with my own heart, and I ask thee to tell me what I should now do. I am all unversed in such matters. Moreover, if I were forced to tell my parents, I should be so ashamed that my heart would choose अछि। आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आप आ� आप आप आ� आप आ� आप आ� आ� आ� आ� आ� आ� आ� आ� आ� आ� आ� आ� आ� आ� आ� आ he teaches thy tender age the secrets of love. Why should I tell thee of those who have themselves chosen their lords? For were it not so, the ordinance of the Svayamvara in our law books would be meaningless. Be at rest, then, princess. Enough of this talk of death. I conjure thee by touching thy lotus foot to send me. I am ready to go. I will bring back to thee, be, Princess, thy hearts beloved. When I had said this, she seemed to drink me in with a tender glance, she was confused by an ardor of affection which, though restrained, found a path, and burst through the reserve that loved shafts had pierced. In her pleasure at my words, she cast off the silken outer robe which clung to her through her weariness, and left it suspended on her thrilling limbs. She loosened the moonbeam necklace on her neck, put there as a news to hang herself, and entangled in the fish ornaments of her swinging earring. Yet, though her whole soul was in a fever of joy, she supported herself by the modesty which is a maiden's natural dour, and said, I know thy great love. But how could a woman, tender of nature as a young syrish blossom, show such boldness, especially one so young as I? Bold, indeed, are they who themselves send messages, or themselves deliver a message. I, a young maiden, am ashamed to send a bold message. What, indeed, could I say? Thou art very dear, is superfluous. Am I dear to thee, is a senseless question. My love for thee is great, is the speech of the shameless. The fault that I cannot live is contrary to experience. Love conquers me is a reproach of my own fault. I am given to thee by love is a bold offering of oneself. Thou art my captive is the daring speech of immodesty. Thou must needs come is the pride of fortune. I will come myself is a woman's weakness. I am wholly devoted to thee is the likeness of uptrooted affection. I send no message from fear of a rebuff, is to wake the sleeper. Let me be a warning of the sorrow of a service that is despised, is an excess of tenderness. Thou shalt know my love by my death, is a thought that may not enter the mind. Kadambari by Bhanapada Second Part I hail, for the completion of the difficult toil of this unfinished tale, Uma and Siva, of earth, whose single body, formed from the union of two halves, shows neither point of union nor division. I salute Narayana, creator of all, by whom the man-lion form was manifested happily, showing a face terrible with its tossing mane, and displaying in his hand quite, sword, club, and conch. I do homage to my father, that lord of speech, the creator by whom that story was made that none else could fashion, that noble man whom all honor in every house, and from whom I, in reward of a former life, receive my being. When my father rose to the sky, on earth the stream of the story failed with his voice. And I, as I saw its unfinished state was a grief to the good, began it, but from no poetic pride. For that the words flow with such beauty as my father's special gift, a single touch of the ray of the moon, the one source of nectar, suffices to melt the moonstone. As other rivers at their full enter the Ganges, and by being absorbed in it reach the ocean, so my speech is cast by me for the completion of this story on the ocean-flowing stream of my father's eloquence. Reeling under the strong sweetness of Kadambari is one intoxicated, I am bereft of sense, in that I fear not to compose an ending in my own speech devoid of sweetness and color. The seeds that promise fruit and are destined to flower are forced by the sower with fitting toils, scattered in good ground, they grow to rightness, but it is the sower's son who gathers them. Moreover, Kadambari continued, If the prince were brought shame itself, put to shame by my weakness, would not allow a sight of him. Fear itself, frightened at the crime of bringing him by force, would not enter his presence. and all would. विश्विविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविविवि� Mahakvita not to marry while she was in trouble, though she besought me not to promise, saying, that Kama often takes our life by love even for one unseen. But this is not my case. For the prince, imaged by fancy, ever presents himself to my sight, and, sleeping or waking, in every place I behold him. Therefore talk not of bringing him. Thereupon I reflected, truly the beloved, as shaped in the imagination, is a great support to women separated from their loves, especially to maidens of noble birth. And I promised Kadambari that I would bring thee, O Prince. Then she, roused by my speech full of thy name, as by a charm to remove poison, suddenly opened her eyes, and said, I say not that thy going pleases me, Patralika. It is only when I see thee that I can endure my life, yet if this desire possessed thee, do what thou wilt." So saying, she dismissed me with many presents. Then with slightly downcast face Petrolika continued, The recent kindness of the princess has given me courage, my prince, and I am grieved for her, and so I say to thee, Ditz thou act worthily of thy tender nature in leaving her in this state. Once reproached by Patralika and hearing the words of Kadambari, so full of conflicting impulses, the prince became confused, and sharing in Kadambari's feeling, he asked Patralika with tears, what am I to do? Love has made me a cause of sorrow to Kadambari, and of reproach to thee. And methinks this was some curse that darkened my mind, else how was my mind deceived when clear signs were given, which would create no doubt even in a dull mind? All this my fault has arisen from a mistake. I will therefore now, by devoting myself to her, even with my life, act so that the princess may know me not to be of so heart a heart." While he thus spoke a portrait hastened. In and said, Prince, Queen Villasavati sends a message saying, I hear from the talk of my attendance that Patralica, who had stayed behind, has now returned. And I love her equally with thyself. Do thou therefore come, and bring her with thee? The sight of thy lotus face, one by a thousand longings, is rarely given. How my life now is tossed with doubts, thought the prince. My mother is sorrowful if even for a moment she sees me not. My subjects love me, but the gondor of princess loves me more. Princess Kadambari is worthy of my winning, and my mind is impatient of delay, so thinking, He went to the queen, and spent the day in a longing of heart-heart to bear, while the night he spent thinking of the beauty of Kadambari, which was as a shrine of love. Then's fourth pleasant talk found no entrance into him. His friend's words seemed harsh to him, the conversation of his kinsmen gave him no delight. His body was dried up by love's fire, but he did not yield up the tenderness of his heart. He despised happiness, but not self-control. While he was thus drawn forward by strong love, which had its life resting on the goodness and beauty of Kadambari, and held backwards by his very deep affection for his parents, he beheld one day, when wandering on the banks of the Sipra, a troop of horse approaching. He sent a man to inquire what this might be, and himself crossing the Sipra where the water rose but to his thigh, he awaited his messenger's return in a shrine of Kartikey. patrolika to him, he said, Look! That horseman whose face can scarce be described as Kyurika. He then beheld Kyurika throw himself from his horse while yet far off, gray with dust from swift riding, while by his changed appearance, his lack of adornment, his despondent face, and his eyes that heralded his inward grief, he announced, even without words, the evil plight of Kadambari. And Drapida lovingly called him as he hastily bowed and drew near, and embraced him. And when he had drawn back and paid his homage, the prince, having gratified his followers by courteous inquiries, looked at him eagerly, and said, By the sight of thee, Kayurica, the well-being of the Lady Kadambari and her attendants is proclaimed, When thou art rested and at ease, Thou shalt tell me the call विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। What shall I say? replied Kiyuraka, I have no message from any of these. For when I had entrusted Patralaka to Meghaneda and returned, and had told of thy going to Ajjaini, Mahakvita looked upwards, sighed along, hot sigh, and saying sadly, it is so then, return to her own hermitage to her penance. Kadambari, as though bereft of consciousness, ignorant of Mahakvita's departure, only opened her eyes after a long time, scornfully bidding me tell Mahakveda, and asking Madhulika if anyone ever had done, or would do, such a deed as Kendrapada, she dismissed her attendance, threw herself on her couch, veiled her head, and spent the day without speaking even to Madhulika, who wholly shared her grief. When early next morning I went to her, she gazed at me long with tearful eyes, as if blaming me. And I, when thus looked at by my sorrowing mistress, deemed myself ordered to go, and so, without telling the princess, I have approached my Lord's feet. Therefore vouchsave to here attentively the bidding of Kayuraka, whose heart is anxious to save the life of one whose soul refuge is in thee. For, as by thy first coming that virgin forest was stirred as by the fragrant Malaya wind, so when she beheld thee, the joy of the whole world, like the spring, love entered her as though she were a reddacocca creeper. But now she endures great torture for thy sake. Then Kayuraka told at length all her sufferings, till the prince, overcome by grief, could bear it no longer and swooned. Then, awakening from his swoon, he lamented that he was thought too hard of heart to receive a message from Kadambari or her friends, and blamed them for not telling him of her love while he was there. Why should there be shame concerning one who is her servant, ever at her feet, that grief should have made its home in one so tender, and my desires be unfulfilled. Now, what can I do when at some day's distance from her? Her body cannot even endure the fall of a flower upon it, while even on adamant in hearts like mine the arrows of love are hard to bear. When I see the unstable works began by cruel fate, I know not where it will stop. Elsewhere was my approach to the land of the immortals, in my vain hunt for the canars. my journey to Hemakuta with Mahakvita, or my sight of the princess there, or the birth of her love for me, or my father's command, that I could not transgress, for me to return, though my longing was yet unfulfilled. It is by evil destiny that we have been raised high, and then dash to the ground. Therefore let us do our utmost to console the princess. Then in the evening he asked Kiyuraka, what thinkest thou? Will Kadambari support life till we arrive. Or shall I again behold her face, with its eyes like a timid fawn's? Be firm, Prince, he replied. Do thine utmost to go. The Prince had himself begun plans for going, but what happiness or what content of heart would there be without his father's leave, and how after his long absence could it be gained? A friend's help was needed here, but Vy'kampai'ana was away. But next morning he heard a report that his army had reached Dacapura, and thinking with joy that he was now to receive the favor of fate, in that Vy'kampaena was now at hand, he joyfully told the news to Kyuraka. This event, replied the latter, surely announces thy going. Doubtless thou wilt gain the princess. For when was the moon ever beheld by any without moonlight, or a lotus pool without lotus or a garden without creeper. Yet there must be delay in the arrival of Vykhampayana, and the settling with him of thy plans. But I have told thee the state of the princess, which admits of no delay. Therefore, my heart, rendered insolent by the grace bestowed by thy affection, desires that favor may be shown me by a command to go at once to announce the joy of my Lord's coming. Where at the prince, with a glance that showed his inward satisfaction, replied, Who else is there who so well knows time and place, or who else is so sincerely loyal? This, therefore, is a happy thought. Go to support the life of the princess and to prepare for my return. But let Petrolika go forward, too, with thee to the feet of the princess. For she is favored by the princess. Then he called Megoneda, and bathed him escort Petrolika, while he himself would overtake them when he had seen by विचार-विमर्शक रेकुर्विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। to meet Vikempaina. The king lovingly received him, and said to Kukunasa, he has now come to the age for marriage. So, having entered upon the matter with Queen Vilasavati, let some fair maiden be chosen. For a face like my sons is not often to be seen. Let us then gladden ourselves now by the sight of the lotus face of a bride. Kukunasa agreed that as the prince had gained all knowledge, made royal fortune firmly his own, and wed the earth, there remained nothing for him to do but to marry a wife. How fitly, thought Kendrapada, does my father's plan come from my thoughts of a union with Kadambari. The proverb, light to one in darkness, or a shower of nectar to a dying man, is coming true in me. After just seeing Vaikampayana, I shall win Kadambari. Then the king went to Vilasavadi, and playfully reproached her for giving no counsel as to a bride for her son. Meanwhile the prince spent the day in awaiting Vykampayana's return. And after spending over two watches of the night sleepless in yearning for him, the energy of his love was redoubled, and he ordered the conk to be sounded for his going. Then he started on the road to Dacapura, and after going some distance he beheld the camp, and rejoiced to think he would now see Vykampyana, and going on alone, he asked where his friend was. But weeping women replied, Why ask? How should he be here? And in utter bewilderment he hastened to the midst of the camp. There he was recognized, and on his question the chieftains besought him to rest under a tree while they related Vykampyana's fate. He was, they said, yet alive, and they told what had happened. When left by thee, he halted a day, and then gave the order for our march. Yet, said he, Lake Akhota is mentioned in the Purana as very holy. Let us bathe and worship Siva in the shrine on its bank. For who will ever, even in a dream, behold again this place haunted by the gods? But beholding a bower on the bank he gazed at it like a brother long lost to sight, as if memories were awakened in him. And when we urged him to depart, he made as though he heard us not, but at last he bade us go, saying that he would not leave that spot. Do I not know well, said he, all that you urge for my departure? But I have no power over myself, and I am, as it were, nailed to the spot, and cannot go with you. So at length we left him, and came hither. Amazed at this story, which he could not have even in a dream imagined, Ken Drapeda wondered, what can be the cause of his resolve to leave all and dwell in the woods? I see no fault of my own. He shares everything with me. Has anything been said that could hurt him by my father or Kokonasa? He at length returned to Ajayini, thinking that where Vaikampayana was there was Kadambari also, and resolved to fetch him back. He heard that the king and queen had gone to Cookanasa's house, and followed them thither. There he heard Munurma lamenting the absence of the son without whose sight she could not live, and who had never before, even in his earliest years, shown neglect of her. On his entrance the king thus greeted him, I know thy great love for him. Yet when I hear thy story my heart suspects some fault of thine. But Kokonasa, his face darkened with grief and impatience, said reproachfully, If, O King, there is heat in the moon or coolness in fire, then there may be fault in the prince. Men such as Vikampayana are portents of destruction, fire without fuel, polished mirrors that present everything the reverse way, for them the base are exalted, wrong is right, and ignorance wisdom. All in them makes for evil, and not for good. For Vykampaina has not feared thy wrath, nor thought that his mother's life depends on him, nor that he was born to be a giver of offerings for the continuance of his race. Surely the birth of one so evil and demonic was but to cause us grief. To this the king replied, Surely for such as I to admonish thee were for a lamp to give light to fire, or daylight an equal splendor to the sun. Yet the mind of the wisest is made turbid by grief as the Manasa Lake by the rainy and then sight is destroyed. Who is there in this world who is not changed by youth? When youth shows itself, love for elders flows away with childhood. My heart grieves when I hear thee speak harshly of vikampayana. Let him be brought hither. Then we can do as is fitting. Kukanasa persisted in blaming his son, but Kandrapada implored leave to fetch him home, and Kukanasa at length yielded. Then Kandrapada summoned the astrologers, and secretly bade them name the day for his departure, when asked by the king or Kukanasa, so as not to delay his departure. The conjunction of the planets, they answered him, is against thy going. Yet a king is the determiner of time. On whatever time thy will is set, that is the time for every matter. Then they announced the morrow as the time for his departure, and he spent that day and night intent on his journey, and deeming that he already beheld Kadambari and Vikampayana before him. And when the time came, Vilasavadi bade him farewell in deep sorrow, I grieved not so for thy first going as I do now. My heart is torn, my body is in torture, my mind is overwhelmed. I know not why my heart so suffers. Stay not long away. He tried to console her, and then went to his father, who received him tenderly, and finally dismissed him, saying, My desire is that thou shouldst take a wife and receive the burden of royalty, so that I may enter on the path followed by royal sages, but this matter of I can pine at is in the way of it, and I have misgivings that my longing is not to be fulfilled, else how could he have acted in so strange a way? Therefore, though thou must go, my son, return soon, that my heart's desire may not fail. At length he started, and spent day and night on his journey in the thought of his friend and of the gondar of world. And when he had traveled far the rainy season came on, and all the workings of the storms found their counterpart in his own heart. Yet he paused not on his way, nor did he heed the entreaties of his chieftains to bestow some care on himself, but rode on all day. But a third part of the way remained to traverse when he beheld Megonata, and, asking him eagerly concerning Vikempaina, he learned that Petrolica, sure that the rains would delay his coming, had sent Megonata to meet him, and that the latter had not been to the Akkoda Lake. With redoubled grief the prince rode to the lake, and bade his followers guarded on all sides, lest Vykhampayana shouldn't shame flee from them, but all his search found no traces of his friend. My feet, thought he, cannot leave this spot without him, and yet Kadambari has not been seen. Prachants Mahagvita may know about this matter, I will at least see her. So he mounted in Dreida, and went towards her hermitage. There dismounting, he entered, but in the entrance of the cave he beheld Mahakvita, with difficulty supported by Turalika, weeping bitterly. May no ill, thought he, have befallen Kadambari, that Mahakvita should be in this state, when my coming should be a cause of joy. Eagily and sorrowfully he questioned Turalika, but she only gazed on Mahakvita's face. Then the latter at last spoke falteringly, What can one so wretched tell thee? Yet the tale shall be told. When I heard from Kyurika of thy departure, My heart was torn by the thought that the wishes of Kadambari's parents, My own longing, and the sight of Kadambari's happiness in her union with thee had not been brought about, And, cleaving even the bond of my love to her, I returned home to yet harsher penance than before. Here I beheld a young Brahman, like unto thee, gazing hither and thither with vacant glance. But at the sight of me his eyes were fixed on me alone, as if, though unseen before, he recognized me, though a stranger, he had long known me, and gazing at me like one, but I, caring for nothing since the loss of Pandarika, asked no questions about him, and Baitaralaka keep him away, for some evil would surely happen should he return. But in spite of being kept away, whether from the fault of love or the destiny of suffering that lay upon us, he did not give up his affection, and one night, while Turalika slept, and I was thinking of Pundarika, I beheld in the moonlight, clear as day, that youth approaching like one possessed. The utmost fear seized me at the sight. An evil thing, I thought, has befallen me. If he draw near, and but touch me with his hand, this accursed life must be destroyed, and then that endurance of it, which I accepted in the hope of again beholding Pundarika, will have been in vain. While I thus thought he drew near, and said, Moon-faced maiden, the moon, loves ally, is striving to slay me. Therefore I come to ask protection. Save me, who am without refuge, and cannot help myself, for my life is devoted to thee. विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। How has a thunderbolt failed to strike thy head in the utterance of these thy words? Surely the five elements that give witness of right and wrong to mortals are lacking in thy frame, in that earth and air and fire and the rest have not utterly destroyed thee. Thou hast learned to speak like a parrot, without thought of what was right or wrong to say. Why were thou not born as a parrot? I lay on thee this fate, that thou mayest enter on a birth suited to thine own speech, and cease to make love to one such as I, so saying, I turn towards the moon, and with raised hands prayed, blessed one, Lord of all, guardian of the world, if since the sight of Pundarika my heart has been free from the thought of any other man, may this false lover by the truth of this my saying, fall into the existence pronounced by me. Then straightway, I know not how, whether from the the force of love, or of his own sin, or from the power of my words, he fell lifeless, like a tree torn up by the roots. And it was not till he was dead that I learned from his weeping attendance that he was thy friend, noble prince. Having thus said, she bent her face in shame and silently wept. But Candrapida, with fixed glance and broken voice, replied, Lady, thou hast done nine utmost, and yet I am too ill-fated to have gained in this life the joy of honoring the feet of the Lady Kadambari. Mayest thou in another life create this bliss for me. With these words his tender heart broke, as if from grief at failing to win Kadambari, like a bud ready to open when pierced by a bee. Then Terallica burst into laments over his lifeless body and into reproaches to Mahakvita. And as the chieftains, too, raised their cry of grief and wonder, there entered, with but few followers, Kadambari herself, attired as to meet her lover, though a visit to Mahakvita was the pretext of her coming, and while she lent on Patrolaka's hand, she expressed her doubts of the prince's promised return, and declared that if she again beheld him she would not speak to him, nor be reconciled either by his humility or her friend's endeavors. Such were her words, but she counted all the toil of the journey light in her longing to behold him again. But when she beheld him dead, with a sudden cry she fell to the ground. And when she recovered from her swoon, she gazed at him with fixed eyes and quivering mouth, like a creeper trembling under the blow of a keen axe, and then stood still with a firmness foreign to her woman's nature. Matalika implored her to give her grief the relief of tears, lest her heart should break, and remember that on her rested the hopes of two races. Foolish girl, replied Kadambari, with a smile, how should my adamant and heart break if it has not broken at this sight? These thoughts of family and friends are for one who wills to live, not for me, who have chosen death. For I have won the body of my beloved, which is life to me, and which, whether living or dead, whether by an earthly union, or by my following it in death, suffices to calm every grief. It is for my sake that my Lord came hither and lost his life, how, then, could I, by shedding tears, make light of the great honor to which he has raised me? Or how bring an ill-ohmen morning to his departure to heaven? Or how weep at the joyous moment when, like the dust of his feet, I may follow him? Now all sorrow is far away. For him I I neglected all other ties, and now, when he is dead, how canst thou ask me to live? In dying now lies my life, and to live would be death to me. Do thou take my place with my parents and my friends, and mayest thou be the mother of a son to offer libations of water for me when I am in another world? Thou must wed the young mango in the courtyard, dear to me as my own child, to the modivy creeper. Let not a twig of the acoka tree that my feet have caressed be broken, even to make an earring. Let the flowers of the mulady creeper I tended be plucked only to offer to the gods. Let the picture of Kama in my room near my pillow be torn in pieces. The mango trees I planted must be tended so that they may come to fruit. Set free from the misery of their cage the manor colony and the parrot parahasa. Let the little mongoose that rested in my lap now rest in nine. Let my child, the fawn tarolaka, be given to a hermitage. Let the partridges on the pleasure hill that grew up in my hand be kept alive. See that the hamsa that followed my steps be not killed. लेद मेप पोर आप भी सेट फ्री, फोर शी इस नहपी लेद विशार-विमर्शक रेक। Let the pleasure He'll be given to some consoled hermit, and let the things I use myself be given to Brahmins. My loot thou must lovingly keep in thine own lap, and anything else that pleases thee must be thine own. But as for me, I will cling to my Lord's neck, and so on the funeral pyre allay the fever which the moon, sandal, lotus fibers, and all cool things have but increased. Then she embraced Mahakvita, saying, Thou indeed hast some hope whereby to endure life, even though its pains be worse than death, but I have none, and so I bid thee farewell, dear friend, till we meet in another birth. As though she felt the joy of reunion, she honored the feet of Kendrapada with bent head, and placed them in her lap. At her touch a strange bright light arose from Kendrapada's body, and straightway a voice was heard in the sky, Dear Mahakvita, I will again console thee. The body of thy Pandarika, nourished in my world and by my light, free from death, awaits its reunion with thee. The other body, that of Kendrapada, is filled with my light, and so is not subject to death, both from its own nature, and because it is nourished by the touch of Kadambari, it has been deserted by the soul by reason of a curse, like the body of a mystic whose spirit has passed into another form. Let it rest here to console thee and cotton barry till the curse be ended. Let it not be burnt, nor cast into water, nor deserted. It must be kept with all care till its reunion. All but Patralaka were astounded at this saying, and fixed their gaze on the sky, but she, recovering, at the cool touch of that light, from the swoon brought on by seeing the death of Kendrapada, rose, hastily seizing Andrayada from his groom, saying, However it may be for us, thou must not for a moment leave thy master to go alone without a steed on his long journey, and plunged, together with Andrayada, into the Akkoda lake. Straightway there rose from the lake a young ascetic and approaching Mahakvita, said mournfully, Princess of the Gondarves, knowest thou me, now that I have passed through another birth. Earth. Divided between joy and grief, she paid homage to his feet and replied, Blessed Copangala, am I so devoid of virtue that I could forget thee. And yet this thought of me is natural, since I am so strangely ignorant of myself and deluded by madness that when my Lord Pandarika is gone to heaven I yet live. Tell me of Pandarika. He then recalled how he had flown into the sky in pursuit of the being who carried off Pandarika, and passing by the wondering gods in their heavenly cars, he had reached the world of the moon. Then that being, he continued, placed Pandarika's body on a couch in a hall called Mahadeya, and said, Know me to be the moon. When I was rising to help the world I was cursed by thy friend, because my beams were slaying him before he could meet his beloved, and he prayed that I, too, might die in the land of Bharata, the home of all sacred rites, knowing myself the pains of love. But I, wrathful at being cursed for what was his own fault, uttered the curse that he should endure the same lot of joy or sorrow as myself. When, however, my anger passed away, I understood what had happened about Mahakvita. Now, she is sprung from the race that had its origin in my beams, and she chose him for her Lord. But he and I must both be born twice in the world of mortals, else the dew-order of births will not be fulfilled. I have therefore carried the body hither, and I nourish it with my light lest it should perish before the curses ended, and I have comforted Mahakvita. Tell the whole matter to Pundarika's father. His spiritual power is great, and he may find a remedy. An eye, rushing away in grief, leapt off another rider in a heavenly chariot, and in In wrath he said to me, Since in the wide path of heaven thou hast leapt over me like a horse in its wild course, Do thou become a horse, and descend into the world of mortals. To my tearful assurance that I had leapt over him in the blindness of grief, and not from contempt, he replied, The curse, once uttered, cannot be recalled. But when thy rider shall die, Thou shalt bathe and be freed from the curse. I implored him that as my friend was about to be born with the moon god, in the world of mortals, I might, as a horse, constantly dwell with him. Soffin'd by my affection, he told me that the moon would be born as a son to King Tirapada at Ajjaini, Pandarika would be the son of his minister, Kokanasa, and that I should be the prince's steed. Straightway I plunged into the ocean and rose as a horse, but yet lost not consciousness of the past. आई विचार-विमर्शक आछि। आई विचार-विमर्शक आछि। आई विचार-विमर्शक आछि। आछि। आछि। आछि। आछि। I have received length of years but to slay thee again and again. Even in thee, methinks, coldness must now have sprung up towards one so ill-fated, in that thou answerest not my laments, and she flung herself on the ground. But Copangala pittingly replied, Thou art blameless, princess, and joy is at hand. Grieve not, therefore, but pursue the penance undertaken by thee, for to perfect penance not as impossible, and by the power of thine austerities thou shalt soon be in the arms of my friend." Then Kadambari asked Kapunjala what had become of Patralaka when she plunged with him into the tank. But he knew not of what had happened since then, either to her, or his friend, or Khandrapada, and rose to the sky to ask the sage Kvedaketu, Pandurika's father, to whom everything in the three worlds was visible. Then Mahakvita counseled Kadambari, whose love to her was drawn to closer from the likeness of her sorrow, that she should spend her life administering to the body of Kendrapada, nothing doubting that while others, to gain good, worshiped shapes of wood and stone that were but images of invisible gods, she ought to worship the present deity, veiled under the name of Kendrapada. Laying his body tenderly on a rock, Kadambari put off the adornments with which she had come to meet her lover, keeping but one bracelet as a happy omen. She bathed, put on two white robes, rubbed off the deep stain of beetle from her lips, and the very flowers, incense, and unwinds she had brought to grace a happy love she now offered to Kendrapida in the worship due to a god. That day and night she spent motionless, holding the feet of the prince, and on the morrow she joyfully saw that his brightness was unchanged, and gladdened her friends and the princes' followers by the tidings. The next day she sent Matalika to console her parents, and they sent back an assurance that they had never thought to see her wed, and that now they rejoiced that she had chosen for her husband the incarnation of the moon god himself. They hoped, when the curse was over, to behold again her lotus face in the company of their son-in-law. So comforted, Kadambari remained to tend and worship the prince's body. Now, when the rainy season was over, Megonata came to Kadambari, and told her that messengers had been sent by Tarapida to ask the cause of the prince's delay, and that he, to spare her grief, had told them the whole story, and bade them hasten to tell all to the king. They, however, had replied that this might doubtless be so, yet, to say nothing of their hereditary love for the prince, the desire to see so great a marvel urged them to ask to be allowed to behold him, their long service deserved the favor, and what would the kings say if they failed to seek Andrapida's body? Sororifully picturing to herself what the grief of Terapida would be, Kadambari admitted the messengers, and as they tearfully prostrated themselves, she consoled them, saying that this was a cause for joy rather than sorrow. Ye have seen the prince's face, and his body free from change, therefore hastened to the king's feet. But do not spread abroad this story, but say that ye have seen the Prince, and that he tarries by the Okoda Lake. For death must come to all, and is easily believed, but this event, even when seen, can scarce win faith. It profits not now, therefore, by telling this to his parents, to create in them a suspicion of his death, but when he comes to life again, this wondrous tale will become clear to them. But they replied, Then we must either not return or keep silence. But neither course is possible, Nor could we so greet the sorrowing king. She therefore sent Candrapada's servant Verataka with them to give credit to the story, for the prince's royal retinue had all taken a vow to live there, eating only roots and fruits, and not to return till the prince himself should do so. After many days, Queen Villasavati, in her deep longing for news of her son, went to the temple of the Divine Mothers of Avandi, the guardian goddesses of Ajayini, to pray for his return, and on a sudden a cry arose from the retinue, Thou art happy, O Queen. The Mothers have shown favor to thee. Messengers from the Prince are at hand. Then she saw the messengers, with the city folk crowding round them, asking news of the or of sons विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। विचार-विमर्शक रेक। he has been seen by us on the shore of the Akkoda Lake, and Tverataka will tell thee the rest. What more, said she, can this unhappy man tell me? For your own sorrowful bearing has told the tale. Alas, my child! Wherefore hast thou not returned? When thou didst bid me farewell, I knew by my forebodings that I should not behold thy face again. This all comes from the evil deeds of my former birth. Yet think not, my son, that I will live without thee, for how could I thus even face thy father? And yet, whether it be from love, or from the thought that one so fair must needs live, or from the native simplicity of a woman's mind, my heart cannot believe that ill has befallen thee. Meanwhile, the news was told to the king, and he hastened to the temple with Cucanasa, and tried to rouse the queen from the stupor of grief, saying, My Queen, we dishonor ourselves by this show of grief. Our good deeds in a former life have carried us thus far. We are not the vessel of further joys. That which we have not earned is not one it will by beating the breast. The Creator does what He wills, and depends on none. We have had the joy of our son's babyhood and boyhood in youth. We have crowned him, and greeted his return from his world conquest. All that is lacking to our wishes is that we have not seen him wed, so that we might leave him in our place, and retire to a hermitage. But to gain every desire is the fruit of very rare merit. We must, however, question Tverataka, for we know not all yet. But when he heard from Tverataka how the prince's heart had broken, he interrupted him, and cried that a funeral pyre should be prepared for himself near the shrine of Mahakala. All his treasure was to be given to Brahmins, and the kings who followed him were to return to their own lands. Then Tverataka implored him to hear the rest of the story of Vikampayana, and his grief was followed by wonder, while Kokonasa, showing the desire of a true friend to forget his own grief and offer consolation, said Sire, in this wondrous transitory existence, wherein wander gods, demons, animals and men, filled with joy and grief. is no event which is not possible. Why then doubt concerning this? If from a search for reason, how many things rest only on tradition, and are yet seen to be true? As the use of meditation or certain postures to cure a poison man, the attraction of the lodestone, the efficacy of mantras, Vedic or otherwise, in actions of all kinds, wherein sacred tradition is our authority. Now there are many stories of curses in the Puranas, the Ramayana, the Mahabharata, and the rest. For it was owing to a curse that Nahusha became a serpent, Sadesa a cannibal, Yayati de Crepeit, Trikankua Candala, the heaven-dwelling Mahabhisha was born as Kintanu, while Ganga became his wife, and the Vasus, his sons. Nay, even the Supreme God, Vishnu, was born as Yamadagni's son, and, dividing himself into four, he was born to Dakaratha, and also to Vasudeva at Mathura. Therefore the birth of gods among mortals is not hard of belief. And thou, sire, art not behind the men of old and virtue, nor is the moon greater than the god from whom the lotus springs. Our dreams at our son's birth confirm the tale, the nectar that dwells in the moon preserves the prince's body, and his beauty that gladdens the world must be destined to dwell in the world. We shall therefore soon see. His marriage with Kadambari, and therein find all the past troubles of life more than repaid. Do then thine utmost by worshiping gods, giving gifts to brahmanas, and practicing austerities, to secure this blessing. The king assented, but expressed his resolve to go himself to behold the prince, and he and the queen, together with Kukunasa and his wife, went to the lake. Comforted by the assurance of Megoneda, who came to meet him, that the prince's body daily grew in brightness, he entered the hermitage, while, at the news of his coming, Mahakvita fled in shame within the cave, and Kadambari swooned. And as he looked on his son, who seemed but to sleep, the queen rushed forward, and with fond reproaches and treated Kandrapada to speak to them. But the king reminded her that it was her part to comfort Kokonasa and his wife. विचार-विमर्शक रेक। queen, so like his own, Kadambari recovered her senses, and was helped by Madhulika to pay due honor, though with face bent in shame, to his parents. She received their blessing backslash, Mayest thou live long, and long enjoy an unwittled life backslash, and was set close behind Vilasavadi. The king then bade her resume her care of the prince, and took up his abode in a leafy bower near the hermitage, provided with a cool stone slab, and meat for a hermit, told his royal retinue that he would now carry out his long-cherished desire of an ascetic life, and that they must protect his subjects. It is surely again if I hand over my place to one worthy of it, and by this enfeebled and useless body of mine win the joys of another world. So saying, he gave up all his wanted joys, and betook himself to the unwanted life in the woods, he found a palace beneath the trees, the delights of the Zenana, in the creepers, affection of friends, in the fawns, the pleasure of attire, in rags and bark garments. His weapons were rosaries, his ambition was for another world, his desire for wealth was in penance. He refused all the delicacies that Kadambari and Mahakvita offered him, and so dwelt with his queen and Kukannasa, counting all pain's light, so that every morning and evening he might have the joy of seeing Kendrapada. Having told this tale, the sage Jabali said with a scornful smile to his son Harita and the other ascetics, he have seen how this story has had power to hold us long and to charm our hearts. And this is the love-stricken being who by his own fault fell from heaven and became on earth by campayana, son of Kokonasa. He it is who, by the curse of his own wrathful father, and by Mahakvita's appeal to the truth of her heart, has been born as a parrot. As he thus spoke, I awoke, as it were, out of sleep, and, young as I was, I had on the tip of my tongue all the knowledge gained in a former birth, I became skilled in all arts, I had a clear human voice, memory, and all but the shape of a man. My affection for the prince, my uncontrolled passion, my devotion to Mahakvita, all returned. A yearning arose in me to know about them and my other friends, and though in deepest shame, I fairly asked Jabali, now, blessed saint, that thou hast brought back my knowledge, my heart breaks for the prince who died in grief for my death. Vouch save to tell me of him, so that I may be near him, even my birth as an animal will not grieve me. With mingled scorn and pity he replied, wilt thou not even now restrain thine old impatience? Ask when thy wings are grown. According to his sons in quarry how one of saintly race should be so enslaved by love, he replied that this weak and unrestrained nature belonged to those born, like me, from a mother only. 4. The Vedas says, As a man's parents are, so is he, and medical science, too, declares their weakness. And he said my life now would be but short, but that when the curse was over, I should win length of years. I humbly asked by what sacrifices I should gain a longer life, but he bade me wait, and as the whole night had passed unobserved in his story, he sent the ascetics to offer the morning ablation, while Harida took me, and placed me in his own hut near his couch, and went to his morning duties. During his absence, I sorrowfully thought how hard it would be to rise from being a bird to being a Brahman, not to say a saint, who has the bliss of heaven. But if I could not be united to those I loved and passed lives why should I yet live? But Harita then returned, and told me that Kapunjala was there. When I saw him weary, yet loving as ever, I strove to fly to him, and he, lifting me up, placed me in his bosom, and then on his head. Then he told me, thy father Khvetakita knew by divine insight of thy plight, and has begun a right to help thee. As he began it I was set free from my horse's shape, but he kept me till jowbly had recalled the past of thee, and now sends me to give thee his blessing, and say that thy mother Lakshmi is also helping in the right. Then, bidding me stay in the hermitage, he rose to the sky, to take part in the right. After some days, however, my wings were grown, and I I resolved to fly to Mahakrita, so I set off towards the north, but weariness soon overtook me, and I went to sleep in a tree, only to wake in the snare of a terrible kandala. I besought him to free me, for I was on the way to my beloved, but he said he had captured me for the young kandala princess, who had heard of my gifts. With horror I heard that I, the son of Lakshmi and of a great saint, must dwell with a tribe shunned even by barbarians, but when I urged that he could set me free without danger, for none would see him, he laughed, and replied, He, for whom there exist not the five guardians of the world, witnesses of right and wrong, dwelling within his own body to behold his actions, will not do his duty for fear of any other being. So he carried me off, and as I looked out in hope of getting free from him, I beheld the barbarian settlement, a very marketplace of evil deeds. It was surrounded on all sides by boys engaged in the chase, unleashing their hounds, teaching their falcons, mending snares, carrying weapons, and fishing, horrible in their attire, like demoniacs. Herein there the entrance to their dwellings, hidden by thick bamboo forests, was to be inferred, from the rising of smoke of orpiment. On all sides the enclosures were made with skulls, the dust heaps in the roads were filled with bones, the yards of the huts were mirey with blood, fat, and meat chopped up. The life there consisted of hunting, the food, of flesh, the ointment, of fat, the garments, of coarse silk, the couches, of dried skins, the household attendants, of dogs, the animals for riding, of cows, the men's employment, of wine and women, the ablation to the gods, of blood, the sacrifice, of cattle. The place was the image of all hells. Then the man brought me to the Candala maiden, who received me gladly, and placed me in a cage, saying, I will take from thee all thy willfulness. What was I to do? Were I to pray her to release me, it was my power of speech that had made her desire me, were I silent, anger might make her cruel, still, it was my one of self-restraint that had caused all my misery, and so I resolved to restrain all my senses, and I therefore kept entire silence and refused all food. Next day, however, the maiden brought fruits and water, and when I did not touch them she said tenderly, It is unnatural for birds and beasts to refuse food when hungry. If thou, mindful of a former birth, makeest distinction of what may or may not be eaten, yet thou art now born as an animal, and canst keep no such distinction. There is no sin in acting in accordance with the state to which thy past deeds have brought thee. Nay, even for those who have a law concerning food, it is lawful, in a time of distress, to eat food not meat for them, in order to preserve life. Much more, then, for thee. Nor needs thou fear this food is coming from our cast, for fruit may be accepted even from us, and water, even from our vessels, is pure, so men say, when it falls on the ground. I, wondering at her wisdom, per took of food, but still kept silence. After some time, when I had grown up, I woke one day to find myself in this golden cage, and beheld the candala maiden as thou, O king, hast seen her. The whole barbarian settlement shooed like a city of the gods, and before I could ask what it all meant, the maiden brought me to thy feet. But who she is and why she has become a candala, and why I am bound or brought hither, I am as eager as thou, O King, to learn. Thereupon the King, in great amazement, sent for the maiden, and she, entering, overawed the King with her majesty, and said with dignity, Thou gem of earth, Lord of Rohini, joy of Kadambari's eyes backslash, Thou, O moon, hast heard the story of thy past birth, and that of this foolish being. Thou knowest from him how even in this birth he disregarded his Father's command, and set off to seek his bride. Now I am Lakshmi, his mother, and his father, seeing by divine insight that he had started, bade me keep him in safety till the religious right for him was completed, and lead him to repentance. The right is now over. The end of the curse is at hand. I brought him to thee that thou mightest rejoice with him there at. I became a kandala to avoid contact with mankind. De both therefore, straightway leave bodies beset with the ills of birth, old age, pain, and death, and win the joy of union with your beloved. So saying, she suddenly rose to the sky, followed by the gaze of all the people, while the firmament अछि। sufferings as the king. Now at this time there set in the fragrant season of spring, as if to burn immoderally, and while it intoxicated all living beings, it was used by love as his strongest shaft to bewilder the heart of Kadambari. On Kama's festival she passed the day with great difficulty, and at twilight, when the quarters were growing dark, she bathed, worshipped Kama, and placed before him the body of Kandrapada, washed, anointed with musk-scented sandal, and decked with flowers. Filled with a deep longing, she drew nigh, as if unconsciously and suddenly, bereft by love of a woman's native timidity, she could no longer restrain herself, and clasped Kendrapida's neck as though he were yet alive. At her embrosial embrace the prince's life came back to him, and, clasping her closely, like one awakened from sleep, he gladdened her by saying, Timid won, away with fear. An embrace hath brought me to life, for thou art born of the Apsara's ray sprung from nectar, and it was but the curse that prevented thy touch from reviving me before. I have now left the mortal shape of Kadraka, that caused the pain of separation from me, but this body I kept, because it won thy love. Now both this world and the moon are bound to thy feet. Vikampayana, too, the beloved of thy friend Mahakveda, has been freed from the curse with me. While the moon, hidden in the shape of Kendrapida, thus spoke, Pandarika descended from the sky, pale, wearing still the robe of pearls given by Mahakvita, and holding the hand of Kapunjala. Gladly caught Mbari hastened to tell Mahakvita of her lover's return, while Kendrapita said, Dear Pandarika, though in an earlier birth thou wasst my son-in-law, thou must now be my friend, as in our last birth. Meanwhile, Kiyurika set off. The hemicuda to tell Hamsa and Satrearatha, and Matalika fell at the feet of Terapita, who was absorbed in prayer to Siva, vanquisher of death, and Vila Savadi, and told them the glad tidings. Then the aged king came, leaning on Kukanasah, with the queen and Manorma, and great was the joy of all. Kapunjala too brought a message to Kukanasah from Kvedakatu, saying, Pundarika was but brought up by me, but he is thy son, and loves thee, do thou therefore keep him from ill, and care for him as thine own. I have placed in him my own life, and he will live as long as the moon, so that my desires are fulfilled. The divine spirit of life in me now yearns to reach a region surpassing the world of gods. That night passed in talk of their former birth, and next day the two Gandharva kings came with their queens, and the festivities were increased a thousandfold. Sotraretha, however, said, Why, when we have palaces of our own, do we feast in the forest? Moreover, though marriage resting only on mutual love is lawful among us, yet let us follow the custom of the world. Nay, replied Terapida. Where a man hath known his greatest happiness, there is his home, even if it be the forest point one and where else have I known such joy as here? All my palaces, too, have been given over to thy son-in-law, take my son, therefore, with his bride, and taste the joys of home. Then Satretha went with Kendrapada to Hemakuta and offered him his whole kingdom with the hand of Kadambari. Hamza did the same to Pundarika, but both refused to accept anything, for their longings were satisfied with winning the bride's dear to their hearts. Now, one day Kadambari, though her joy was complete, asked her husband with tears, How is it that when we all have died and come to life, and have been united with each other, Patrolaka alone is not here, nor do we know what has become of her? How could she be here, my beloved, replied the prince tenderly? For she is my wife Rohini, and, when she heard I was cursed, grieving for my grief, she refused to leave me alone in the world of mortals, and though I sought to dissuade she accepted birth in that world even before me, that she might wait upon me. When I entered on another birth, she again wished to descend to earth, but I sent her back to the world of the moon. There thou wilt again behold her. But Kadambari, in wonder at Rohit, नाटक आविशार-विमर्शक रेक। नाटक आविशार-विमर्शक रेक। विशार-विमर्शक रेक। नाटक आविशार-विमर्शक रेक। नाटक आविशार-विमर्शक रेक। नाटक आविशार-विमर्शक रेक। and then, dismissed by Satreatha and Madeira, who were wholly content with him, he approached the feet of his father. There he bestowed on the chieftains who had shared his sufferings a condition like his own, and laying on Ponderica the burden of government, followed the steps of his parents, who had given up all earthly duties. Sometimes from love of his native land, he would dwell in Ajayini, where the citizens gazed at him with wide, wandering eyes, sometimes, from respect to the Gandharv King, at Hemakutta, beautiful beyond compare, sometimes, from reverence to Rohini, in the world of the moon, where every place was charming from the coolness and fragrance of nectar, sometimes, from love to Pundarika, by the lake where Lakshmi dwelt, on which the lotuses ever blossomed night and day, and often, to please Kadambari. In many another fair spot. With Kadambari he enjoyed many a pleasure, to which the yearning of two births gave an ever-fresh and inexhaustible delight. Nor did the moon rejoice alone with Kadambari, nor she with Mahakvita, but Mahakvita with Pundarika, and Pundarika with the moon, all spent an eternity of joy in each other's company, and reached the very pinnacle of happiness.

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