Shringaraprakasha 7.p1.3

7.p1.3

Or as in: / "A lotus out of water, and upon the lotus two blue water-lilies, and they upon a golden creeper, / and she is delicate and lovely—what kind of series of portents is this?" / Imagination (kalpanā) is poetic fancy (utprekṣā) even of the non-existent, as in: / "By your fame, blended with the love for your virtues, spreading everywhere, / an unexpected half-circle of saffron was born upon the faces of the quarters of space [conceived as brides]." / Or as in: / "How could a wise man take to villainy, which brings no abatement of torment, / is devoid of fruit, and is abandoned by the virtuous—villainy which dwells in wickedness?" / Illusory transformation (vivarta) is the [apparent] change of states of an entity by a particular spatial arrangement. As in: / "Raised up from that blooming bed of land-lotuses, the pollen born of water-lilies, / whirled all around in the sky by whirlwinds, assumes the splendour of a golden parasol." / Or as in: / "Slightly curled, uneven, broken here and there and bent, / somewhat sunken, bending down to the forest, gathered and surging up, / the plume of smoke from the forest fire, blue like the shoulder of a young buffalo, / spreading at will, creates fleeting decorative leaf-paintings in the sky." / Modification (vipariṇāma) is an entity's passing into another state. As in: / "These sacrificers of renowned majesty, these kings, / these fawn-eyed maidens—enough of other worldly tales!— / and these trees bending under fruit and blossoms: / ah, it is the divine lady [Māyā] herself that sports in this world in such form!" / Or as in: / "Having curved into a ring the fallen crescent of the moon and her bracelet broken in the love-quarrel, / the Daughter of the Mountain, her face smiling, said, 'Look at him!' / May he [Śiva], may the Mountain-born goddess, and may that play-moon whose body was filled by the rays of her teeth, protect you tomorrow!" / Error (viparyaya) is false apprehension. As in: / "Marked by falling tears that washed away the lip-redness, / dropped in anger from her deep navel with agitated gait— / without a doubt, this is the breast-cloth, dusky like the belly of a parrot." / Or as in: / "Do not fear, O moon! In my wine there is no Rāhu; / Rohiṇī resides in the sky; O timid one, timid one, why are you afraid?"