Subhashitavali 640

640

ghāsagrāsaṃ gṛhāṇa tyaja gajakalabha premabandhaṃ kariṇyāḥ
pāśagranthivraṇānāmabhimatamadhunā dehi paṅkānulepam /
dūrībhūtāstavaite śabaravaravadhūvibhramodbhrāntaramyā
revākulopakaṇṭadrumakusumarajo dhūsarā vindhyapādāḥ //

Take your mouthful of grass, abandon your bond of love for your mate, young elephant;
apply the cooling mud-ointment to the wounds made by the rope-knots as desired;
far away from you are those Vindhya slopes, delightful with the bewildered sports of fine Śabara women,
and grey with the floral pollen of trees near the bank of the Revā.