Prakrit Verses in Sanskrit Works on Poetics Part 02

SR No.: 006960
Original Sutra Author: N/A
Author: V M Kulkarni
Publisher: B L Institute of Indology
Publication Year: 1990
Total Pages: 768
Language: English
Classification: Book_English
File Size: 12 MB

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Prakrit Verses in Sanskrit Works on Poetics
403. Look, the young lady who takes bath every morning at day-break in the month
of Măgha (corresponding to January-February) doesn't even feel like / think of warming herself at the fire which the farmer has lit, even though she shakes with cold.
404. My dear boy, as you were going away she hopped beside the hedge like
a bird in a cage to find convenient breaks in the hedge through which she could catch a glimpse of you with her restless eyes.
405. All my life and even in the next I shall most humbly worship you, O, God
of Love, if you could right now strike his heart with the same arrow with which you hit mine.
406. She came in front of me and went away but turned around to look at me.
The glances she thus shot at me are indeed the (sharp) arrows of Madana (the God of Love) for me. To others they (the arrows of Madana) may well be anything else (or they may mean nothing to others !)
407. I gave her your message and repeated it many times but still the lady says:
"couldn't hear it clearly, please repeat," and makes me say it again and again.
408. For translation vide ŚP S. No. (144.71) supra. 409. Dear girl, which angry, young man you are appeasing under the pretext of
praying to the sun? prayers and salutations (to gods) surely don't include smiles and sidelong glances.
410. My friend, how old can this wretched girl be? Where did she pick up all
this? She seems to be knowing everything that grown up women are supposed to know.
411. For translation vide SP S. No. (2.43) supra.
412. I am afraid the thickets of reed around and the young men are laughing at
me as they hear the wedding-songs sung for my wedding
413. When I saw him myself, my friend, I could quite understand why they said
that he certainly deserved all the gazing and all the longing. My own tremendous desire was hardly satisfied like the thirst of a man who drinks only in dream.