Buddha-carita, or Life of Buddha by Ven. Aśvaghoṣa

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51. With her eyes filled with the tears of despondency, wretched like
an osprey who has lost her young, – Gautamī abandoning all selfcontrol
wailed aloud, – she fainted, and with a weeping face
exclaimed:
52. ‘Beautiful, soft, black, and all in great waves, growing each from
its own special root, – those hairs of his are tossed on the ground,
worthy to be encircled by a royal diadem.
53. ‘With his long arms and lion-gait, his bull-like eye, and his beauty
bright like gold, his broad chest, and his voice deep as a drum or a
cloud, should such a hero as this dwell in a hermitage?
54. ‘This earth is indeed unworthy as regards that peerless doer of
noble actions, for such a virtuous hero has gone away from her, – it is
the merits and virtues of the subjects which produce their king.
55. ‘Those two feet of his, tender, with their beautiful web spread
between the toes, with their ankles concealed, and soft like a blue
lotus, – how can they, bearing a wheel marked in the middle, walk on
the hard ground of the skirts of the forest?
56. ‘That body, which deserves to sit or lie on the roof of a palace, –
honoured with costly garments, aloes, and sandal-wood, – how will
that manly body live in the woods, exposed to the attacks of the cold,
the heat, and the rain?