Nalopákhyánam: Story of Nala : an Episode of the Mahá-bhárata : the Sanskrit Text, with a Copious Vocabulary, Grammatical Analysis, and Introduction

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Sir Monier Monier-Williams, Sir Monier Manier-Williams
University Press, 1860 - 255 pàgines
 

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Pàgina xxxi - When the bird thus strangely speaking — gentle Damayanti heard, Answered thus the wondering maiden — " Thus to Nala, speak thou too." " Be it so," replied the egg-born — to Vidarbha's beauteous maid. Home then flew he to Nishadha — and to Nala told it all. BOOK II. DAMAYANTI, ever after — she the swan's sweet speech had heard — With herself she dwelt no longer — all herself with Nala dwelt. Lost in thought she sate dejected — pale her melancholy cheek, Damayanti sate and yielded —...
Pàgina 112 - ASWINS, the sons of the Sun according to later mythology, but of whose origin we have no such legend in the Veda, as far as we have yet gone. They are said, indeed, in one place, to have the sea (Sindhu) for their mother; but this is explained to intimate their identity, as affirmed by some authorities, with the sun and moon, which rise, apparently, out of the ocean ; they are called Dasras,— destroyers either of foes or of diseases, for they are the physicians of the gods ; they are also called...
Pàgina 172 - But a widow, who, from a wish to bear children, slights her deceased husband by marrying again, brings disgrace on herself here below, and shall be excluded from the seat of her lord.
Pàgina 23 - Moon that travels through the midst of all the World; Let her, too, of life bereave me, if in this 'gainst thee I've sinned. These three gods are those that govern the three worlds — so let them speak. If these gods can say with justice, " Cast her off,
Pàgina 17 - Oh ! so like mine own twin children — was yon lovely infant pair, " Seeing them thus unexpected — have I broken out in tears : " If so oft thou comest hither — men some evil will suspect, " We within this land are strangers — beauteous maiden, part in peace.
Pàgina cxvii - On they crashed to where the travellers slumbered by the Lotus Lake ; Trampled down without a struggle, helpless on the earth they lay. Woe, oh woe! shrieked out the merchants, wildly some began to fly, In the forest thickets plunging; some stood gasping, blind with sleep; And the elephants down beat them with their tusks, their trunks, their feet. Many saw their camels dying, mingling with the men of foot, And, in frantic tumult rushing, wildly struck each other down.
Pàgina lv - On the gods an instant gazed she, then upon the king of men; And of right king Bhima's daughter named Nishadha's king her lord. Modestly the large-eyed maiden lifted up his garment's hem, Round his shoulders threw she lightly the bright zone of radiant flowers. So she chose him for her husband, Nala, that high-hearted maid. Then 'alas! alas!' burst wildly, from that conclave of the kings, And 'well done, well done,' as loudly, from the gods and sages broke.
Pàgina lxxxv - To his wife of peerless beauty — on the earth 'twas thus he spoke. Then, of sense bereft by Kali. — Nala hastily set forth; And departing, still departing, — he returned again, again; Dragged away by that bad demon, — ever by his love drawn back. Nala thus, his heart divided — into two conflicting parts, Like a swing goes backward, forward, — from the cabin, to and fro. Torn away at length by Kali, — flies afar the frantic king, Leaving there his wife in slumber — making miserable...
Pàgina lxxxi - Mighty is thy father's kingdom, — once was mine as mighty too; Never will I there seek refuge — in my base extremity. There I once appeared in glory — to the exalting of thy pride; Shall I now appear in misery — to the increasing of thy shame? ' Nala thus to Damayanti — spake again, and yet again. Comforting the noble lady, — scant in half a garment clad. Both together, by one garment — covered, roamed they here and there: Wearied out by thirst and famine, — to a cabin drew they near....
Pàgina 1 - ... doubt. Not a falsehood I remember, I remember no offence ; Not an idle word remember, in his noble converse free. Lofty, patient, like a hero, liberal beyond all kings, Nought ignoble, as the base-born, even in private, may he do. As I think upon his virtues, as I think by day, by night, All this heart is rent with anguish, widowed of its own beloved.

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