Sexual Life in Ancient India: A Study in the Comparative History of Indian Culture v2.c11.55

v2.c11.55

She might have gone into that forest
of blooming, close-set trees of many kinds,
and filled with flocks of birds.—But that too cannot be.
Left thus alone, the timid one is too afraid.
What here is done, what not, O sun, knowest it,
witness to the works of truth and falsehood.
Whither then went my darling? Did a robber take her?
Tell me of all, who am the mark of sorrow.
Nothing, nothing is in the universe to find,
whereof, O wind, thou shouldst no knowledge have.
Tell of her that is the treasure of her house:
is she dead? carried off? still on the way?"