Poeticus
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Namaste,
I'm a sucker for love; romantic love; and, I do not mean badly written fantasies found in Shades of Grey or Twilight. Those are pretty much an insult to literature.
I'm also a sucker for poetical prose and musings praising the Shri Gods.
Do you have any that fall into either one or the other? If so, post away!
Still confused? Here, I'll start off:
I'm a sucker for love; romantic love; and, I do not mean badly written fantasies found in Shades of Grey or Twilight. Those are pretty much an insult to literature.
I'm also a sucker for poetical prose and musings praising the Shri Gods.
Do you have any that fall into either one or the other? If so, post away!
Still confused? Here, I'll start off:
"Oh, beloved one -
somewhere the moon shoved the blackish columns of night aside,
somewhere else the palace-chambers with water
[showering, sprinkling and splashing] machines are highly exciting,
and else where the matrices of gems,
[like coolant pearls and moon-stone, etc.,] are there,
and even the pure sandalwood is liquefied [besides other coolant scents],
thus this season gets an adoration from all the people."
somewhere the moon shoved the blackish columns of night aside,
somewhere else the palace-chambers with water
[showering, sprinkling and splashing] machines are highly exciting,
and else where the matrices of gems,
[like coolant pearls and moon-stone, etc.,] are there,
and even the pure sandalwood is liquefied [besides other coolant scents],
thus this season gets an adoration from all the people."
Kalidasa -- on Summer
"Truth is the base that bears the earth;
by Surya are the heavens sustained.
By Law the Adityas stand secure,
and Soma holds his place in heaven."
by Surya are the heavens sustained.
By Law the Adityas stand secure,
and Soma holds his place in heaven."
R.V.10.85.1
"Even now -
My thought is all of this gold-tinted king's daughter
With garlands tissue and golden buds,
Smoke tangles of her hair, and sleeping or waking
Feet trembling in love, full of pale languor;
My thought is clinging as to a lost learning
Slipped down out of the minds of men,
Labouring to bring her back into my soul."
My thought is all of this gold-tinted king's daughter
With garlands tissue and golden buds,
Smoke tangles of her hair, and sleeping or waking
Feet trembling in love, full of pale languor;
My thought is clinging as to a lost learning
Slipped down out of the minds of men,
Labouring to bring her back into my soul."
Bilhana's Chauraspanchasika
[see my signature for this verse in Sanskrit]
[see my signature for this verse in Sanskrit]