The Birth of Kumāra 4.2

4.2

avadhānapare cakāra sā pralayāntonmiṣite vilocane |
na viveda tayoratṛptayoḥ priyamatyantaviluptadarśanam ||

Sad, solitary, helpless, faint, forlorn,
Woke Káma's darling from her swoon to mourn;
Too soon her gentle soul returned to know
The pangs of widowhood—that word of woe!
Scarce could she raise her, trembling, from the ground,
Scarce dared to bend her anxious gaze around,
Unconscious yet those greedy eyes should never
Feed on his beauty more—gone, gone for ever.