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FROM BIRTH TO PARIVRAJA
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There, some of them urged by passion, pressed him with their full, firm bosoms in gentle collisions.
Others violently embraced him after pretending to stumble, then leaning on him with their shoulders drooping down, and with their gentle creeper-like arms.
Others with their mouths smelling of spirituous liquor, their lower lips red like copper, whispered in his ear, “Let my secret be heard.”
Others, all wet with unguents, as if giving him a command, clasped his hand eagerly and said, “Perform thy rites of, adoration here.”
Another with her blue garments continually slipping down in pretended intoxication, stood conspicuous with her tongue visible like the night with its lightning lashing.
Others with their golden ones tinkling, wandered about here and there, showing him their bodies veiled with thin cloth.
Others leaned, holding a mango bough in hand, displaying their bosoms like golden jars.
Some, coming from a lotus bed, carrying lotuses and with eyes like lotuses, stood like the lotus goddess Padma, by the side of that lotus-faced prince.
Another sang a sweet song easily understood and with the proper gesticulations, rousing him, selfsubdued though he was, by her glance, as saying, “O how thou art deluded !”
Another, having armed herself with her bright face, with its brow drawn to its full, imitated his action, as playing the hero.
Another, with beautiful, full bosoms, and having her earrings waving in the wind, laughed loudly at him, as if saying, “Catch me, sir, if you can !”
Some, as he was going away, bound him with strings of garlands, others punished him with words like an elephant-driver’s hook, gentle yet reproachful.
Another, wishing to argue with him, seizing a mango spray, asked, all bewildered with passion, “This flower, whose is it ?”
Another, assuming a gait and attitude like
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