Shatakatraya 2.93
English (machine translation) 2.93
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2.93
On this side the flashing of the lightning-creeper, on that the blossoming
fragrance of the screw-pine, here the crashing roar of rising clouds,
and there the sweet, soft cries of playing peacocks—
how will these days of separation, laden with longing, pass for the fair-lashed women?
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- Śatakatraya — Bhartṛhari (poet), Sanskrit