वासवदत्ता (महाकवि सुबन्धु - श्लेष-प्रधान शास्त्रीय गद्यकाव्य सान्वय सटीक)

112 VĀSAVADATTĀ having the hardness of the hundred edges (of Indra's thunder- bolt)'! 'This braid of hair of thine, Kuntalikā,¹ is like a bit of black cloud with a mass of hail with its garland ² of lovely expanded Arabian jasmines'! 'Near the city gate, Kēralikā, the sounds of song are heard! What, pray, dost thou purpose'? [228] 'Instantaneously, even in the twinkling of an eye, Muralikā, thou dost distress thy host of girl friends, trembling and anxious for a kind word! Because of thy lover thou art abandoned by thy husband, who remembereth the bliss, driving away love's fever, that was gained by him, raging aloud as he thudded thy breast! Why art thou distracted? Thy lover longeth for a greater thing than a feast; (and) thy husband [229] hath remembered thy favour, with its delightsomeness of passion'! 'Doth not the wound of nails, sharp from fresh paring, cause pain by night in an amorous woman, Kurutā'? 'Why is not he moon, the place for the eyes of all happy people to gaze on, drunk in by thy shining eyes? [230] Dear friend Madanamālinī, with thy caprices of union and abandonment cause thou distrac- tion by contact with thy ruddy lip! Shining with his rosy crest, he (the moon) is like the cheek of a Mālava maid flushed with intoxication; what is the difference between thee and a creeping plant'³? [231] 'Kuraṅgikā, prepare a blade of young grass for the antelope fauns'! 'Kiśōrikā, have the young colts looked after'! 'Taralikā, put in motion the mass of smoke from the ¹ Tel. ed., 'beautiful Kēralikā'; Srirangam text, 'Kēralikā.' ² Tel. ed., 'delightful with its garland.' ³ Tel. ed., '"Kuntalikā, (thou art) adorned with thy tresses, and no sounds of song are heard near the city gate! What dost thou purpose? Instantaneously, even in the twinkling of an eye, thou hast thy host of girl friends trembling and anxious for a kind word"! "Suratā, by whom art thou now deserted that raged aloud in amorous sport, remembering the bliss, driving away love's fever, that he won in thudding thy breast? What is said? Thy lover hath been mindful of a greater thing than a feast, (even) thy favour, with its delightsomeness of passion? In the night, with unseemly noise, he hath inflicted on an amorous woman the pain of his nails, sharp from fresh paring. Why is not the moon, the place for the eyes of all successful people to gaze on, drunk in by thy shining eyes?" "Dear friend Madanamālinī, cause not discontent in the bee, with his desire to approach and leave thy ruddy lip! What is the difference between thee and a creeping plant with its abundance of quivering petals, soft as the cheek of a Mālava maid flushed with intoxication"?'; similarly the Srirangam text.