Book Title: 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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Gajdavaho
(echo ) the songs of cow-herdesses (gopis ) returning from the cities.
645. The high columns of mountain-ridges here, lovely with their bowers turned greyish by the smoke rising from hamlets (palli) ( down below), appear grave (and solemn ), as at the advent of the night ( ņisāgama).
646. The moon, shedding off the rising glow (uayachavi), his rays (now) yellowish like an old piece of ivory, looks beautiful, as his orb rests on the mountain-peak.
647. Here move on rows of clouds sprinkling shower over fresh shoots (kamdala) of trees, and appearing deep-blue ( ahiņila ) like the ring round the throats of old sparrows (kalavimka).
648. The perfume of Bakula flowers here, (fallen down ) and gone dry ( vasuāa) at the bottom of the trees, but bursting open with (a shower of) water, goes out ( viņimmahai ), (smelling ) sweet like old wine prepared from Kiņva seeds.
649. At the time of the first rain-shower, waters (in different pools ), which remain cool at the top surface but (hot down below), because of its retention (nivesa) over heated ground, are drunk by the forest deer, joining (ghadia) their mouths just a bit (hesitatingly to the surface of the water ).
650. The breezes blow, spraying about the yolk (kalala ) of birds' eggs bursting (on the ground ) when discarded by shaking trees, tossing up ( utthamghiņo ) dust-particles cooled by clouds.
651. Here flow these wide-sweeping floods, (raising ) bubbles (bubbuă) greenish inside with the cowdung absorbed ( virāa) (in them ) and looking picturesque with (flocks of ) fish netted ( samdānia ) ( trapped in ) by marshy patches.
652. Here reels (and lingers) the beauty of grounds underneath (a grove of) the Jambū trees, giving out a strong smell of their fruit-stones (phalatthi) washed (viccholia) by showerstreams, very few bees being (left over now).
653. Here comes rolling the cool fragrance of blossoming (ubbuddha) Kadamba trees from the mountain-ridges, over which plantain trees have shot up and the Kesara ( Bakula) groves are smashed by buffaloes (seriha).
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