A History of Sanskrit Literature c11.s9.11

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c11.s9.11

‘“From this moment, o drooping maiden, I am thy slave, bought by thy penance,” so spake he whose crest is the moon, and straightway all the fatigue of her self-torment vanished, so true is it that fruitful toil is as if it had never been.’ There is perfect simplicity of passionate longing in Rati’s address to the dead Kāma:

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