TALES FROM THE HINDU DRAMATISTS - Awaken Video
TALES FROM THE HINDU DRAMATISTS - Awaken Video
TALES FROM THE HINDU DRAMATISTS - Awaken Video
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god: may thy auspicious sight both now and hereafter prove not to have<br />
been vouchsafed to me in vain!"<br />
She bows down, then rising looks again, and observes:--<br />
"The sight, though oft repeated, never wearies. I must tear myself from<br />
this, lest some one should discover me." She then withdraws a little,<br />
hears a bard sing a ballad in praise of the king, perceives her mistake<br />
and asks herself, "Is this Udayana, to whom my father destined me a<br />
bride?" She becomes enamoured of the king. The king and the queen now<br />
rise to return to the palace.<br />
Sagarika thinks, "They come! I must fly hence. Ah me, unhappy! no longer<br />
to behold him, whom I could gaze upon for ever."<br />
The king addresses his queen thus:--"Come, love, thou puttest the night<br />
to shame. The beauty of the moon is eclipsed by the loveliness of thy<br />
countenance, and the lotus sinks humbled into shade; the sweet songs of<br />
thy attendant damsels discredit the murmurs of the bees, and mortified<br />
they hasten to hide their disgrace within the flowery blossom." The king<br />
and the queen return to the palace.<br />
Sagarika enters a plantain bower with a brush and pallet in order to<br />
paint a picture and soliloquises thus: "Be still, my foolish heart, nor<br />
idly throb for one so high above thy hopes. Why thus anxious to behold<br />
that form, one only view of which has inspired such painful agitation?<br />
Ungrateful, too, as weak, to fly the breast that has been familiar to<br />
thee through life, and seek another, and as yet but once beheld, asylum.<br />
Alas! Why do I blame thee! the terror of _Ananga's_ shaft has rendered<br />
thee a fugitive;--let me implore his pity. Lord of the flowery bow,<br />
victor of demons and of gods! dost thou not blush to waste thy might<br />
upon a weak defenceless maiden, or art thou truly without form and<br />
sense? Ah me, I fear my death impends, and this the fatal cause." She<br />
looks at the picture and goes on, "No one approaches; I will try and<br />
finish the likeness I am here attempting to portray. My heart beats<br />
high, my hand trembles, yet I must try, and whilst occasion favours me,<br />
attempt to complete these lineaments, as the only means to retain them<br />
in my sight." She draws the picture, raising her head beholds her friend<br />
Susangata with a _Sarika_ or talking bird in a cage, and hides the<br />
picture. Susangata sits down, puts her hand upon the picture and asks,<br />
"who is this you have delineated?"<br />
Sagarika answers, "The deity of the festival, _Ananga_." Susangata<br />
observes, "It is cleverly done, but there wants a figure to complete<br />
it. Let me have it, and I will give the god his bride." She takes the<br />
paper and draws the likeness of Sagarika. Sagarika expresses anger. Her<br />
friend remarks, "Do not be offended without cause. I have given your<br />
_Kamadeva_ my _Rati_, that is all. But come, away with disguise, and<br />
confess the truth." Seeing that her friend has discovered her secret,<br />
Sagarika is overcome with shame and entreats her to promise that no body<br />
else shall be made acquainted with her weakness. Her friend replies,<br />
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