Vajjalaggam

SR No.: 001383
Original Sutra Author: N/A
Author: Jayvallabh
Publisher: Prakrit Text Society Ahmedabad
Publication Year: 1969
Total Pages: 708
Language: Prakrit, Sanskrit, English
Classification: Book_Devnagari & Literature
File Size: 13 MB

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44. THE SECTION ON THE LOVE-SICK WOMAN
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421) That is a (dreary, desolate) forest and not a village wherein there are not two or three female messengers clever in speaking in a beautiful (or expansive, sprightly) manner and bringing with them news (information) about women of easy virtue.
44. The Section on the Love-sick Woman 422) The young damsel, on hearing your name, moves about - in the bed-chamber, sprinkling as if, with the water of the moisture dripping from her broad (expansive) loins (THT pudendum).
423) Oh lucky one, while she, yearning for union with you and wishing for good luck (in the form of securing you as her consort), has been offering hundreds of pic mises ard assurances - to the gods (on fulfilment of her desire), she has not attained even to the gods.*
424) Oh lucky one, she, while looking for you, her cheeks: blooming with joy, was for long wandering about (absent-mindedly) demanding (or looking for) things where they were really not (i.e. expecting to find things where they could not be expected).
425) Disregarding other youths and, oh young man, trans- - gressing the limits of propriety, she now wanders about, 'straining her eyes towards the quarters for your sake (i. e. scanning : the horizon with her eyes in the hope of seeing you.)
426) Oh fortunate one, that slender damsel's eyes with tears welling up during your separation (or because of your sepa-- ration), are dripping with tears, as if because they are filled with smoke from the fire of grief residing in her heart.
427) Oh good fellow, after that youth had departed, her eyes sent out (by her) across the region of the hedge (in order to follow him), have been dripping with tears since then even upto this day, as if because they were riddled with (and bruised by) the thorns of the hedge.
428) Oh ruthless one, on remembering you, she wailed giv-. ing out sobs in such a manner that, alas, tears streamed from the eyes of even (otherwise) happy people (at her sight).
• Sense of last quarter obscure. Commentary does not help.
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