A History of Sanskrit Literature c19.s5.19

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c19.s5.19

‘There saw he his wife lying dead in all her finery like a creeper in full bloom that the wind hath uprooted; seeing her he grasped her in his arms, beside himself with grief of separation, and his breath straightway departed with his lamentations.’ There is a brilliant description of summer:

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