A History of Sanskrit Literature c7.137

c7.137

*Sounds as of grazing cows are heard,*
*A dwelling-house appears to loom,*
*And Araṇyānī, Forest-nymph,*
*Creaks like a cart at eventide.*

*Here some one calls his cow to him,*
*Another there is felling wood;*
*Who tarries in the forest-glade*
*Thinks to himself, "I heard a cry."*

*Never does Araṇyānī hurt*
*Unless one goes too near to her:*
*When she has eaten of sweet fruit*
*At her own will she goes to rest.*