Rasarnavasudhakara 2.147.p1

2.147.p1

(a.rā. 1.29)

Through politeness, as in:
When you share half his throne, what matter the songs of your exploits sung by mortal hosts?
Though envy gathers deep within him, the holy Indra is skilled at concealing his expression;
he acts out his joy only with eyes welling with tears,
mingled with the horripilation surging on his right arm beside you.