A History of Indian Literature v3.c35.s8.72

v3.c35.s8.72

*śyāmāsvangaṁ cakitahariṇaprekṣite dṛṣṭipātaṁ*
*gaṇḍacchāyāṁ śaśini śikhināṁ barhabhāreṣu keśān* ।
*utpaśyāmi pratanuṣu nadīvīciṣu bhrūvilāsān*
*hantaikasthaṁ kvacidapi na te bhīru sādṛśyamasti* ॥
*tvāmālikhya praṇayakupitāṁ dhāturāgaiḥ śilāyām*
*ātmānaṁ te caraṇapatitaṁ yāvadicchāmi kartum* ।
*asraistāvanmuhurupacitairdṛṣṭirālipyate me*
*krūrastasminnapi na sahate saṅgamaṁ nau kṛtāntaḥ* ॥
“Perhaps I may see in the priyaṅgu creeper thy body, thy glance in the look of an amazed antelope, the shade of thy temple in the moon, thy lock of hairs in the tail of a peacock, the sport of thy eye-brows, in the slender waves of the river; but alas, O timid one, thy resemblance is not available in obeity at one place.”
“Very often when I desire to paint thee in saffron colour over a slab of stone, showing thee in an angry pose in our quarrel of love, and to make myself fall upon thy feet (in order to apease thee), my vision gets obstructed with long deposited tears : the cruel god of fate does not tolerate our union even there¹.”
*bhūyaścāha tvamapi śayane kaṇṭhalagnā purā me*
*nidrāṁ gatvā kimapi rudatī sasvanaṁ viprabuddhā* ।
*sāntarhāsaṁ kathitamasakṛtpṛcchataśca tvayā me*
*dṛṣṭaḥ svapne kitava ramayankāmapi tvaṁ mayeti* ॥
“He further says—once when you were although clinging to my neck (on the bed), you fell asleep and then woke up with a cry for some reason or other; and when I asked you repeatedly (the reason of that), you said with a suppressed smile — you rogue, I saw you, in my dream, frolicking with some other woman².”