Breast pressed against breast, heart entered into heart, all memory of this world and the next fled away. Like a parrot moving through a rosebud, he entered the lane of the play of rasa; day and night the mind no longer knows itself. Navala Ali says: like raincloud and lightning joined together, upper and lower limbs became intertwined, steeped entirely in rasa.
Pada 261
Feast your eyes upon the beauty of Siya and Raghubira! Beloved and lover sit within Kanak Bhavan, their bodies fair and dark. Every limb is colored in ever-new hues, and bright many-colored garments gleam upon them. In Priya’s hand shines a flowering branch; in the beloved’s hand, a lovely bow and arrow.
Their eyes form a garden of vision filled with love— peacock and parrot of the mind find their fruit there. Even one blessed with human form grows unsteady at the sight, then gathers composure and gazes once again. Make the heart your page and love your pen; take the dark ink of blissful tears. Friend, paint and preserve this treasure: the portrait of Janaki and her beloved.
Pada 262
“Your eyes will become entangled with his, O lotus-eyed friend! I warned you not to travel that road, but you paid no heed to my foolish words. Those exceedingly lovely, dark, kohl-lined eyes are very sharp; suddenly they enter and kiss the heart, piercing it straight through. If your mind is caught upon them, they will torment you day and night. Ramasahaya says: without beholding that beauty, the heart finds neither peace nor rest.”
Pada 263
If the prince gives even the slightest smile, reason drowns, the mind is lost, and the body can no longer care for itself. From a distance alone, Love gazed at him and was burned to ashes; yet Tripurari himself now takes a beggar’s garb and cries “Alakh!” from door to door.