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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Gaüdavaho
1073. And yet, at the end of this night, you may listen to the Mirror ( dappaña) (reflecting the glory) of the haughtiness of his arms, which puts an end to (the glory of) earlier (purumilla) kings.
1074. Now will be narrated this “Gaūda-vaho", a big, enterprise (mahārambha) (indeed ), which, when listened to (by them ), great kings and great poets shed their own pride.
1075. At this time ( ettāhe ), the expanse of the sun's orb, having a reddish-yellow hue like that of an upturned tortoise, ( started ) reeling down (in the west), with its mass (kamdala ) of rays dropped down.
1076. The forest-outskirts look pleasing, with flocks of cooing pigeons, returning ( to rest ) in the shade ( of trees) and delightful with lions awakening inside the mountain-thickets.
1077. The earth's surface is darkened by the shadowy paths dropping down from the setting mountain, overspread (āiņņa ) with the sun's rays and thus looking ) like streams (visara) of molten iron (üyasarasa ).
1078. The extensive sandy mounds of rivers shoot up into full view, as it were, with their rotundity fully brought out, when being left off by the covering impediment of the ( perching ) flocks of closely-gathered birds.
1079. The day's ends become dusty-grey over the city streets, even when the sun is still suspended (over the western horizon), as the cattle-wealth has hurried back (even before the close of the day), because of the long distance ( they have to traverse ). .
1080. The excellent white cows (dhenudhavali ), their udders plump and flowing out, come back from the forests lazily on account of their heavy haunches (jahaņa), although ( appearing to be ) going a bit rapidly (in their eagerness to meet their calves ).
1081. Folding up ( to close ) one wing, spread out at the day's beginning, the Mountain Vindhya now unfurls the shadow-shroud, ( which is ) his other wing, as it were.
1082. The Day's Glory (Lakşmi) enjoys the pleasure of a swing (amdolai) on the net-meshes of the sun's rays, suspended from the top of the setting mountain and pink like the knotty lines on ripened white reeds (sara ).