A History of Sanskrit Literature c10.55

c10.55

*Bend round and pass us by, O curse,*
*Even as a burning fire a lake.*
*Here strike him down that curses us,*
*As heaven's lightning smites the tree* (vi. 37, 2).

*As, rising in the east, the sun*
*The stars' bright lustre takes away,*
*So both of women and of men,*
*My foes, the strength I take away* (vii. 13, 1).