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ictory to Shiva’s body, adorned with ashes, its hair standing on end at the thrill of touching Uma’s hand! Although nothing but ash was left of Kama, here he seems to sprout to new life.*

In the morning, Shiva was told by a terrified Brahma: “Don’t spit that poison out! Keep it down!” Victory to him, who got embarrassed at having his lips stained with lamp-black.*

With the poison decorating his throat resembling a dagger tied to it and lying at the feet of his beloved, that enemy of passion appears to be surrendering to Kama with his cruel arrows. Victory to that Shiva!*

Victory to Shiva’s sidelong glance! When he was lying prostrate at the feet of his beloved, that glance from his forehead, decorated by the crescent moon and framed by fine eye-lashes, looked as if Kama had placed a thorny ketaka flower as arrow on his bow.*

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His matted hair are its filaments, the Ganges its nectar, the garland of skulls the seeds out of which it sprouted, and the poison in his throat the mud in which it grows: Victory to Shiva’s face, which is indeed a lotus!*

Victory to Shiva! Vijaya made fun of him when he did not even realize that the snake—his bracelet—was drinking the handful of water he was offering to Dawn, since his mind was engrossed in Gauri’s face.*