Although the darkness of the evening conceals
your sweet form
(Lithe lightning dormant in the seams of the
purple storm cloud!)
O quailing beauty, you forget how your
fragrant wreath and
Clear-tinkling anklets as you merge with the
night you reveal.
From the Mrcchakatika, a Sanskrit drama. Translated by Steven Goodwin.
3 comments:
I remember studying this drama back in X std! :) beautiful it is ..
You did Sanskrit in class X? Too much, I say.
I am a gold medalist in Sanskrit :) scored 100 in the CBSE board exams .. it is one of my fav subjects! Thanks to the teacher .. he made it so easy for his students to enjoy the subject thoroughly..
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