3 edition of Nīla ākāśera tale. found in the catalog.
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|Pagination||xvi, 125 p. :|
|Number of Pages||44|
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Expectant every year, I pass my life Wasting my flesh with hopes: If the lotus die of the winter moon, What shall avail in the spring? And since it rains incessantly, I know my life will end, As though in flames of fire.
LXXXIX, Nīla ākāśera tale. Havell, Indian Sculpture and Painting, PI. He did not disdain to use the folk-speech and folk-thought for the expression of the highest matters. What can I do, if he should soothe my fears? Hiding your breasts, your shoulders showing, Your girdle knotted fast, You shall appear offended, yet be loving, You shall refrain desire, that ever springs afresh.
Yourself the Guru shall teach e'en Love himself. How curiously, methinks, has Providence Created man and maid! 'I fain would touch them with these lotus hands If fate be not forbidding: I seek a sanctuary at your feet— O that the damsel may be kind! He gave her final release. Then suddenly you came away, before he saw you well Now he is weeping, Wel-a-way. No sooner seeing me, but he will clip me tight: Who then will save me, when my life is dying?
The well of love: by 'maidens about the village well,' we can hardly doubt that the poet intends to signify the souls of men, attracted to the source of Eternal Life.
Bright was her body withal, and golden cups her breasts.
It is quite true, as Mr.