Wide to the wondering earth her glories told, Or own'd unmov'd the merits of the queen : But cool indifference Love permits no more; These rites they rouse him now t' admire-adore; 140 Nerbudda deeming fond a blazing star, Through heaven's high mansions beaming bright and far. But ah her beauties!-through each throbbing vein, In mix'd disorder, trembling tumults reign. The sobbing sigh high heaves his mighty breast; 150 Bids them 'mong smiles live on each dimpling cheek, While o'er her forehead reigns the golden teic; Hangs on each ear, to dance in gay delight, The Condal gemm'd with Indra's flashing light; "Yadava decked her braided hair and neck with fresh garlands." Gitagovinda. Sheds the black dust* that brightens on her eyes, Teeth that the chunda+ blossoms fair deride; *« Madhava embellished her eyes with additional blackness, and dyed her temples with radiant hues." Gitagovinda. These are probably the marks of sects, drawn in different coloured lines upon the forehead and temples. The former refers to the preparation of antimony, with which the Asiatic women tinge the inside of their eye-lids, to improve the brilliancy of their eyes. "The chunda blossom yields to thy teeth." Gitagov. "Madhava binds on her arms, graceful as the stalks of the water-lily, adorned with hands glowing like the petals of its flowers, a bracelet of sapphires." Gitagov. "Another wood-nymph pressed the juice of Lacsha, to dye her feet exquisitely red." Sacontola, Act IV. Scene I. 10 Gay round the gem her form the garlands twine ; Her waist-bells seem with tinkling mirth to move, While powder'd sandal-wood* and musk bespread O'er her soft limbs their grateful fragrance shed. 170 Such through his soul Nerbudda's image thrills. Like heat enflames the fever† of desire. 180 * "Powdered sandal-wood is sprinkled on my limbs." Ibid. +"Radha sought him long in vain: her thoughts were confounded by the fever of desire." Gitagov. "The fever of love." Ibid. "If powder of sandal-wood, finely levigated, be moistened The evening cool that wakes the mountain gales, Thy throbbing breast, it heaves with constant sighs, That erst consum'd Candarpa's heavenly frame. Thy fainting powers, and o'er thy powers prevails, 190 Ye lovely vales-once Sona's blest abode, Mourn the lost favour of your guardian god. No more his well-tun'd pipe with mirthful sound and applied to the breasts, she starts and mistakes it for poiHer sighs form a breeze long extended, and burn like the flame which reduced Candarpa to ashes." Gitagovinda. son. * "Love is the tiger who springs on her like Váma, the genius of death." Gitagovinda. But sad betrays, in many a broken strain, 200 Stretch'd in the grass, or coil'd up in the brake. While vex'd, your waning tribes, by furious storms, Murrains assail, or leanness foul deforms. Nor stays fair hope, with promis'd bliss to cheer 210 The woes you suffer, or the woes you fear : For vainly strive the Déva's slaves to move |