Gaudavaho

SR No.: 001364
Original Sutra Author: Vakpatiraj
Author: Narhari Govind Suru, P L Vaidya, A N Upadhye, H C Bhayani
Publisher: Prakrit Text Society Ahmedabad
Publication Year: 1975
Total Pages: 638
Language: Prakrit
Classification: Book_Devnagari & Literature
File Size: 11 MB

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Praise by Bards and Poets
235. "The great Indra even, who had clipped the wing-rows of these mountains getting in his (thunderbolt's) range in the sky, nodded his head in admiration at the thought of this King (going on his expedition )."
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236. The Goddess of Victory seen (saccavia) on your sword, the pearls from elephants' (temples) closely clinging (samdaṭṭa) all along its blade (aṇudhāram) has, as it were, manifested herself only by her necklace slightly exhibited in gracefu! dalliance."
237. "Your glories, mingled with the (black) ignonimy of your enemies, are held (on their persons) like Malati garlands interwoven with petals of blue lotuses."
238. "The kings' circle, mighty with their prowess and solely centred in you like the planetary ring in the immovable (anucchitta) polar star, moves round and round."
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239. "On the battle-field, only your sword flashes bright in your hand, which thus attains the lustrous beauty of the spot on the moon's orb in the form of your glory."
240. "We curse ourselves for not being Arjuna (i. e. Sahasrarjuna with a thousand arms), or great Indra (with a thousand eyes), or Vasuki (with a number of ears), since (in our present body) we are incompetent (apajjatta) to do homage (with more than two folded hands), to have your sight (with more than two eyes), or to (hear) your eulogy (with more than two ears)."
241. "Your sword comes down on the enemies, with its sharp edge (dharagga) enveloped in a cluster of (ignited) shooting fire-sparks generated by its impact (on the armour), drawn (towards them), as it were, by their hostile circle of planets."
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242. Against your enemies dwelling somewhere in fear and misery (avilasam), even the Odd-Arrowed God ( Cupid) does not draw his bow, considering them cowards, as it were.'
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243. "On the battle-field, frightful by the twanging sounds of bows pulled by warriors, you (tam) happen to be closely embraced at once by the Goddess of Victory, filled with fright, as it were."
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244. Charming does the Goddess of Victory look in her unions with you, employing your (tu) sword like a blue lotus on