A History of Sanskrit Literature c15.s1.24

c15.s1.24

‘That fair city, that mighty king, the circle of vassal princes at his side, that assembly of learned men, those maidens with faces like the moon or the Bimba, that haughty ring of princes of the blood, those minstrels and their ballads—all are but memories, and to time, who hath wrought this deed, let us pay homage due.’ Yet men are blind to the fate that awaits them: