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Prakrit Verses in Sanskrit Works on Poetics
be my husband.
270. Dear friend, let me cry today, only today. Tomorrow morning when he will
be setting out on his travels abroad I shall weep no more. I shall be dead by then.
271. O, the noblesse oblige that forces you to accept the two heavy burdens:
getting away from those you love and living with those you hate.
272. The fire of separation, dear friend, is not unbearable - there always is the
hope of reunion – but estranged relations with a beloved living in your neighbourhood are more agonizing than death .
273. Men do prevail over women; O charming one, why should you be ashamed
of having fallen in love with him ? When thus urged by love what indeed can the nobility of descent do?
(Verse 274 is corrupt and obscure.)
275. O charming one, you are only flirting with us, you can't forget your class
and your noble birth. Ordinary people like us live happily.
(Verse 276 is corrupt and obscure.)
277. Mother, I simply can't get cross with him, even pretend to. Even though his
behaviour is not always up to the mark (lit. he has cast aside decent behaviour). These limbs of mine are no longer under my control (or, these limbs of mine are as it were on loan to me, they just don't accept my authority).
278. My heart, burning with the fire of love, brooks no delay and you too, know,
his life is in danger.
279. O Mother, (or Friend) they take away my husband from me like a bowl of
jujube berries from the hands of a blind man, and as if this is not enough they feel jealous of me; it seems the snake has grown a hood also at its tail!
280. You have already burnt my heart and now as I am lying in bed with my
back to you why are you scorching it with your sighs due to remorse?
