Rasarnavasudhakara 2.146.p1

2.146.p1

(a.rā. 4.8)

Through dread, as in:
Having heard the terrible and astonishing news of Mithilā, my son the Lord of Laṅkā,
with a smile scattered over his face by dissimulation that conceals his deep-seated anxiety,
even with his hand brightened by garments and garlands of Santānaka flowers from the partings of the celestial harem women effortlessly abducted by him,
does not protect me!