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
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looked pale, threw her hands up and down and sought the support of her friends - clever females, like herself.
479. Her smiles are seductive and her eyes coquettish. Yet, she is still a virgin.
Conclusion: This village has no young man.
480. You didn't know, did you? This is how it was : quite eager to catch at least
a glimpse of you, she climbed up a lofty pile of reed-chairs she had made and tumbled down.
481. What else could she have done to have a look at you : Stretched out on
her toes, she peeped over the hedge and pressed her breasts against it - all in vain.
482. Pretending that the road going down to the river Godā was difficult she let
herself fall on his chest. He too held her close to himself. Who could fault him for such an act of kindness?
483. For translation vide SP S. No. (363.118) supra.
484. That young woman who missed her rendezvous with you is now looking up
and down everywhere in the thickets of reeds as if she is trying to locate the treasure she has buried.
485. My homage to you, O lord of the day, welcome home in the early hours
of the morning after an overnight stay in the other world; resplendent in your body - a red disc, a joy to the eyes of all. Welcome, O jewel of the sky!
Also,
Double entendre: My homage to you, O my lord only by day; welcome home in the early hours of the morning after an overnight stay in the other world, your body aglow with the red paint of other women's bodies, a joy to (others') eyes, welcome, O jewel, shining with the nailmarks (of your women).
486. Tormented by the fire of separation, the young wife of the travelling
tradesman spends the summer months with utmost difficulty. The endless stream of her tears drenches her upper garment.