Srngaramanjari Katha

SR No.: 002914
Original Sutra Author: Bhojdev
Author: Kalpalata K Munshi
Publisher: Bharatiya Vidya Bhavan
Publication Year: 1959
Total Pages: 312
Language: Sanskrit, Hindi
Classification: Book_Devnagari & Literature
File Size: 21 MB

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ŚRNGARAMANJARIKATHA
on her body and with his sharp nails pinched her nose and lips. The bawd got up shrieking 'I am stung, I am stung'. He entered the room quickly and hit the serpent five-six times with a stick. When the maid-servants quickly came and put on the lights, he looked at the serpent and said "I shall make an incision", while (she) said: "make it, make it” he asked: “Where?' and as soon as she said: 'here here' he cut off per lips and nose.
The fear of death was gone and at the break of dawn felicitations were offered that the 'mother' was alive. But to her (the bawd) the congratulatory drum sounded indeed like the heralding of death and she repented night and day.
Thus, o daughter, when rogues are harassed they take revenge in such a way that it is difficult to describe it.
THUS ENDS THE TENTH TALE OF THE SNAKE IN THE ŚRŃGARAMANJARĪKATHA COMPOSED BY MAHARAJADHIRAJA-PARMEŚVARA-SRIBHOJADEVA.
THE ELEVENTH TALE OF MALAYASUNDARI
(78) In my opinion no one should ever be insulted. When men are insulted there is nothing that they desist from doing.
In Pañcāla there is a town called Kanyakubja. There ruled king MAHENDRAPALA who was difficult to be looked at like the sun, and who conquered by his hands the circle of powerful enemies. He had a great feudatory named PRATAPASIMHA who was clever, pleasing, rich, noble, charitable, sacrificing, learned and affectionate. He was ugly and hairy, and by nature given to sport. He was sent to his country by the king, so staying there for some days he returned again to serve the king.
(Near the city was the mountain) which seemed to be holding a dark umbrella, for warding off heat on account of the very tall green trees; it appeared as if holding a bow...... under the guise of the lustre of variegated gems wondering why while it is present Indra (he who had destroyed their wings) should hold a bow; where the directions were scented by the fragrance spreading here and there as the barks of the old sallaki trees were crushed by the intoxicated elephants rubbing their temples against them; where the depths of the thickets were resounding with the splitting of the skin of the kathaka fruits being pecked by the intoxicated female-partridges; which seemed to hold a white umbrella being upheld by the umbrellabearer in the form the night due to the disc of the moon touching its high top; it seemed that thousands of.....(?)-ran before it be