A History of Sanskrit Literature c16.s1.55
A History of Sanskrit Literature c16.s1.55
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c16.s1.55
‘My messenger, thou art but a tender maid, and the youth is fickle, darkness holds the sky, my commission is secret, the place of assignation is in the wood, these winds of spring entice more and more the heart; yet go and meet him in safety; may the gods guard thy skill.’