Gahakoso Part 2

Author(s): Madhav Vasudev Patvardhan, Dalsukh Malvania, H C Bhayani
Publisher: B L Institute of Indology

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495. Gratitude for past obligations :
Although the branch of the Malati creeper had been reduced to the condition of a stick shorn of flowers and leaves, it was not deserted by the bees, remembering the (erstwhile) abundance of the fragrance of its slightly opened buds.
496. Fortunate coincidence :
Seeing the clouds rising high (i.e. piling up in the sky) the wife of the wayfarer, who had already given up all hope of living any longer (in his absence) and had hung down her tearful face (in despair), (unexpectedly) saw her husband (come back home).
497. Emaciation :
The (entire) band of her female friends, again and again taking back to its proper place (on the upper arm) the sulking woman's armlet, the (auspicious) mark of her not. being a widow (i.e. of her conjugal happiness), every time it slipped down (her arm) (because of her emaciation), has actually become a group of makers of armlets (i.e. their sole. business now is to put up the armlet on her arm again and again).
498. Stroke of good luck :
That the rumbling sound of the clouds was not heard by her as she had been rendered unconscious by the fragrance of the Kadamba flowers, was indeed all to the good (i.e. was indeed a stroke of good luck). Otherwise it (i.e. rumbling of the clouds) would not have. passed away (i.e. retreated) without (ending) her life.
499. Leaky roof and weeping eyes:
The wife of the way-farer, in her house (already) wet with the water dribbling through clefts in the thatched roof, drenches with the incessant stream of tears (trickling from her eyes), even the region still remaining dry.
500. Sugar-canes and noble-born people :
Sugar-canes and noble-born men give delight to the tongue (of others) (also, give delight by means of their tongues), are able to provide satisfaction (also, delight) to the heart, and even when crushed (also, tormented) they yield juice (also, affection).
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501. Deep longing:
The mango-buds are not visible, oh friend; the Malaya breeze too has not yet begun to blow. But the deep longing in my heart itself announces the advent of the spring-month.