Читать книгу Seven Hundred Elegant Verses - Govardhana - Страница 56

Like an elephant, who walks like a superior woman, touches with his trunk that strikes against his thighs the water of a lake, and drinks it, you, the highest fulfillment for women, deprive her female friend of her fortitude, touching her with your hand by stroking her thighs.

You all-enduring Earth! You pass your life unmoved, carried on the back of the Tortoise, clinging to it. What would be the use of the lap of him who has a rough skin?*

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You must put your steps in a straight line, my friend, and must give up all your urban ways! Here the village headman will punish you even for a sidelong glance, accusing you of being a witch.*

Hearing that one sings here the note “Re” ⋮ praises a bull, we, keen on music, have arrived. Who knew that this cow-stable takes all its pride in honoring cows!*

Shiva alone knew the character of his beloved’s lips; the other gods were fools. For he saw that poison and nectar are the same thing and drank the cosmic poison alone.*

“Let him never return!” That same bad luck I created for myself at the time of his departure with these thoughts, has now become the reason that the damned master of the house is staying at home.*