Rāmāyaṇacampū 3.17

3.17

Then, seeing her, he thought thus:
Beholding the queen, whose ornament of dress was gone, / like a jasmine plant transplanted by a barbarian from a mango grove into a cactus thicket, / or like a garland thrown into a cremation ground by a dog thinking it to be flesh, / brought deceitfully from the hermitage to his own palace by the night-roamer, Māruti thought: (17)