Prakrit Verses in Sanskrit Works on Poetics Part 02

Author(s): V M Kulkarni
Publisher: B L Institute of Indology

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Prakrit Verses in Sanskrit Works on Poetics
107. At day-break one can see a layer of lotus pollens spread on the steps leading
to the lake.
- 109. Don't chatter like a parrot in the language of parrots. I am not a wretched parrot
to understand that -- a female parrot knows that language, not me, you rascal! -
110. (The damsel) with breasts of this much / such size a size and petal - like eyes
of this ruch / such a width, has been reduced to this much / such a condition in days of this much number / in such a number of days!
111. May the Goddess of Learning bless us ! May the poets, Vyāsa and others feel
great joy! May the excellent speech of other poets too, so dear to the leanrned, thrive! May the style Vaidarbhi as also Māgadhi and the Pañcall too flash upon us! May the connoisseurs of poetry enjoy these styles as cakora birds enjoy moonlight.
112. The lion was out on a prowl and the cave was empty. The hunter saw his
opportunity and collect the pearls before going away.
118. O proud lady, why are you sitting with your face resting on the palm ? - Your
face dusky with sandal paste, with eyes full of anguish, qverse to smile, withered with (hot) sighs, most melancholy in expresion, and the paint on your
cheeks transfrssed to the palm. 119. O, you, who are most melancholy, may I ask you a question ? (Tell me) why
is the man, without whom you can't live, is deserted ?
(Verse 120 is treated in the Notes.)
121. When her husband's brother / brother - in - law suggested to her that she
should attend to her husband's duties in the palace (lit. take the sword in her hand aud go to the king's palace) instead of him, why did she smile and cast a glance at her bed ?
123. Dear girl, the flour ground for the festival sticking to your breasts, eyes red
with drinking, the lotuses as your decorations and mango - blossoms as your ear - tops, you have indeed brought grace to this village !
124. When the friends of a young bride said to her : "There is a Kusumbha blossom
clinging to your breast and she tried (in her innocence) to remove what, in fact,