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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mirror was put aside. Her face and its reflection are like the lotus of a lotus-plant, facing the sun's orb enveloping the lotus in its light, as if kissing it.
690. The lady was angry; but when her man held her lower lip between his own lips, the flush (9f52T3T) of anger began wearing away (fausia ), like red wine in a crystal cup which goes on subsiding when sipped ( 914 ), after being seized between the two lips by the drinker.
691. The man had encircled her neck with his hand which gradually slipped down and grasped one of her breasts. The lady covered his hand with her own and inserting her own fingers in his fingers, started moving them over (E T ) the breast. The whole picture looked like an attempt on her part to play on the lute (at) with a gourd ( at ), the breast corresponding with the gourd, while his lower hand corresponded with the handle of the lute, on which her moving fingers appeared like playing on it.
692. The binding knot of her hair has been loosened and the abundant locks fall over her forehead (515), which her lover has tried to hold up. Her face thus looks like the second ) night of the black fortnight, when the first digit (96AAST) gets slightly lessened (aceta) in lustre.
693. The moon and the deer appear to be standing united on its surface, because, as the Poet imagines, they have between them a common bond of grief (1976:9), viz. the defeat both of them have sustained from this lady, whose face has vanquished the moon's orb, while her eyes surpass the eyes of the deer.
In a Kulaka of 42 Gāthās ( 695-736 ), we get the glorification of the King Yaśovarman at the hands of his bards, after he finished his victorious compaign and reached the capital, Kānyakubja.
695. The bees transfer their attachment to the honey of heavenly flowers showered by gods, soon after they are dislodged from the temples of enemies' elephants, shaking their heads when smarting under the King's painful blows.
697. The captive wives of your enemies, employed by you in your personal service, are waving chowries over you, while shedding tears at this humilation. These tears, flowing in streams, are not to be noticed on their bright cheeks, filled, as they are, with