Gahakoso Part 2

SR No.: 001372
Original Sutra Author: N/A
Author: Madhav Vasudev Patvardhan, Dalsukh Malvania, H C Bhayani
Publisher: B L Institute of Indology
Publication Year: 1988
Total Pages: 278
Language: English, Prakrit
Classification: Book_English & Literature
File Size: 15 MB

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612. Sad pleasure :
In the autumn the way-farers greedily drink the sparkling and clear waters in the lake, redolent of lotuses (growing in it) and (hence) comparable to the faces of their beloved wives, having sparkling eyes, and fragrant like lotuses.
613. End of the rainy season :
Still wet inside but having layers of dried-up mud formed on the surface, the streets as it were breathe out (as they extrude wet mud through the crevices), when people walk on them to and fro.
614. Autumn :
In autumn, the white clouds which have already discharged their water and hence) shine like hills of white (rock-) salt and resemble heaps of washed cotton, become as it were dried up.
615. Village-street :
The surface of the village-street, having sparse (dried up) mud in its middle portion (which is frequently trodden by pedestrians) and having wet mud on both its sides (where it is not trodden by pedestrians) has become (i.e. looks) like the line of the partition of the hair (on the head of woman).
616. Culpable :
Since you leap (or jump) over to another hedge, forsaking your own hedge although it can bear your burden, therefore I think, oh gourd-plant (or creeper), you will today or to-morrow (i.e. very soon) begin to blossom. [ Side-meaning : Since you reach out to the consort of another woman, having transgressed your own consort, although he is capable of sustaining you, therefore, oh you prompted by an unholy interest (or curiosity) (for other men), you will today or tomorrow (i.e. very soon) be exposed ).
617. Farewell :
The buffaloes, while being taken by the slaughterers (to the slaughter-house), take leave as it were of their families with their bellowing sounds and with their glances turned towards their families for the last time in their lives).
618. Delusion:
Oh simple-minded girl, why are you, incredulous about the real situation, again (and again) washing your hands, (naturally) red like a coral shoot (or like a tender leaf), from which you have already washed off the red mineral paint (clinging to them from your toilet rouge)?