A History of Indian Literature v3.c35.s6.22

v3.c35.s6.22

Other Kālidāsan pictures on view are when the west, with its declining evening glow appearing like a red stripe is compared to a field of battle touched off by a besmeared bow (VIII, 54)¹, and, again, when the moon dispels darkness as if his beloved, the night, were flicking back her hairs : further again, when Śiva kisses her face and in rapture she closes her eyes like lilies of the night (VIII, 63). Canto eight closes