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Supriya :
If our beautiful faces could not raise the cupid in his heart, I must say the cupid has ceased to be cupid and has become an ordinary mendicant.
Rambha :
Before a woman, every man becomes a beggar, begging for her love. But this saint, though ordained to be a beggar, is not a beggar of that type.
Tilottama :
The lustre of our ornaments, lightens every dark corner, but here I find nothing but darkness. O Lord Parshvanath, instead of giving alms to the poor, give them eyes to see.
Supriya :
To me this gentleman does not appear to be a human being, he is dead as a wood.
Tilottama :
If my dance does not wake him up, I am going to commit suicide. Of what use is woman's beauty, if it can not attract a man towards her.
Rambha :
These ornaments are a dead-load on me, and these garments are piercing me like thorn.
Supriya :
We have been talking all this while, but there is no response from him. He is so economical of words. What sermon can he give to his disciples !
Rambha :
That is not the way to win him over. Let us approach him individually-each for herself.
Tilottama :
So be it [To Mahavir Vardhaman with folded hands] O, my Lord! There is a lecherous rich man in this village, who is out to seduce us by all questionable means. Please protect us from him.
Rambha :
O, ye Saint ! I am enamoured of your austerities. Please take me in your lap and quench my pangs of separation.
Supriya :
They say you were once a prince. Are we in any way inferior to the maids-in-waiting in the palace. Please condescend to caste a single glance on us.
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