The Birth of Kumāra 4.6

4.6

kva nu māṃ tvadadhīnajīvitāṃ vinikīrya kṣaṇabhinnasauhṛdaḥ |
nalinīṃ kṣatasetubandhano jalasaṅghāta ivāsi vidrutaḥ ||

"Oh thou wast beautiful—fond lovers sware
Their own bright darlings were like Káma, fair;
Sure woman's heart is stony—can it be
That I still live while this is all of thee?
Where art thou, Káma? could my dearest leave
His own fond Reti here alone to grieve?
So must the sad forsaken Lotus die
When her bright river leaves his channel dry.