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HAMSASANDESAM
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16. Who placing my signet-ring, by turns, in her
lotus-like hand, experiences a pleasurable horripilation in
her body, over and over again: who placing it on her
head, in the absence of the precious gem worn on her
hair, enjoys bliss; (and) who places it with reverential
love on (her) water-pot-like breasts, (now) hot with fever
on account of the fire within (her heart).
17. Who washes way, later, that permanently
lasting divine unguent, for which she is fitted, which
formerly the Lady Anasuya smeared over her limbs with
motherly love, as a reward of virtue, (washes that away)
in a copious flow of tears, hot with anguish and rushing
down and falling in a continuous stream on her water-
pot-like breasts.
ns 18.
Who is wearing a head of hair, which wa
once being bound up unevenly by me on account of the
abundance of hair too profuse for my grip, but which
has now become loosened (and falling all over her) as if
with an earnest desire to enjoy the perfume of her body,
which resembles a flower-stalk of the tree of the Gods
thrown down (from the heaven) by the Apsaras on to
the earth, (to be used) for the worship of Rati's husband,
and which (when falling) is followed by (a line of) large
black bees.
19.
Who is wearing a lovely garment which is the
companion (in lustre) of the rising sun, which has the
(ornamental) forms of your beloved on all
(its) sides, and
which bears, in form, a resemblance to that upper gar-
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16. Who placing my signet-ring, by turns, in her
lotus-like hand, experiences a pleasurable horripilation in
her body, over and over again: who placing it on her
head, in the absence of the precious gem worn on her
hair, enjoys bliss; (and) who places it with reverential
love on (her) water-pot-like breasts, (now) hot with fever
on account of the fire within (her heart).
17. Who washes way, later, that permanently
lasting divine unguent, for which she is fitted, which
formerly the Lady Anasuya smeared over her limbs with
motherly love, as a reward of virtue, (washes that away)
in a copious flow of tears, hot with anguish and rushing
down and falling in a continuous stream on her water-
pot-like breasts.
ns 18.
Who is wearing a head of hair, which wa
once being bound up unevenly by me on account of the
abundance of hair too profuse for my grip, but which
has now become loosened (and falling all over her) as if
with an earnest desire to enjoy the perfume of her body,
which resembles a flower-stalk of the tree of the Gods
thrown down (from the heaven) by the Apsaras on to
the earth, (to be used) for the worship of Rati's husband,
and which (when falling) is followed by (a line of) large
black bees.
19.
Who is wearing a lovely garment which is the
companion (in lustre) of the rising sun, which has the
(ornamental) forms of your beloved on all
(its) sides, and
which bears, in form, a resemblance to that upper gar-