Gaudavaho

Author(s): Vakpatiraj, Narhari Govind Suru, P L Vaidya, A N Upadhye, H C Bhayani
Publisher: Prakrit Text Society Ahmedabad

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pinkish sprouts, looking as if they have been ( stirred) to a state of awakening (by the spring).
601. The fruit of mango trees here, still lingering (at the stage of ) incomplete ( asaala ) ripening, attracts (the eye, looking ) bluish like rounded cheeks of a dark Dravidian damsel, rubbed with turmeric (pigment ).
602. The yellowish, powdered stuff gets squeezed out from the finest ( jacca) (variety of) Karcūra plants, when trampled upon by the deer (eņa) under their hooves, looking like the yellow, Rocanā dust obtained from the split bamboos.
: 603. May not Cupid here, who had created constant occupation (employment) for his bow during all these long Hemanta (winter) nights, (again choose) the (same ) targets in the persons ( already) vanquished (by him; but he should make fresh conquests ).
604. The tips of the sprouts of trees here, at the beginning (muha ) of spring, emerge pipk up to their farthest extremities, perhaps because of the fact that the crimson colour (blood) of their own sap has been carried (to their extreme ends from the point where ) their twigs were cut open (for the sprouts to shoot through ).
. 605. The bees here, besmeared with drops ( vimduia) of honey from fresh mango (blossoms) which they could somehow collect, are themselves being licked (pijjamti), as they hover (rumtamtā), by the other rows of bees ( who cannot get a chance to go close to the blossoms ).
606. The fruit of the mango trees turns gradually upsidedown (ohura ) by the weight (gūrava ) of its juice, its outstretched stem, pulled out from its stalk, becoming loose and swollen (ūsasia ) at the time of its ripening (poriņāma).
607. The forest villages here, where children are delighted to obtain fruit ( gifts ) and which look beautiful with well-planned timber houses, attract the heart (by the fact that ) they are not thickly populated with people (a-janäiņņa). : 608. The heart, for some peculiar reason (kimpi), clings to (lingers in ) the deserted (uvvattha) villages, shattered by (an excessive growth of) trees (over dilapidated houses ), while