“My heart is wounded, my very being effaced; the wound is deep, dealt by the blow of your merciless glance. How could travelers upon the path of love remain standing when your brows are bows and your eyes arrows? There is no release from the court of these eyes; take me to your feet—my life will depart without delay.” (30)
Stanza 31
Restless, keen-edged eyes go forth stealing the heart; sharp as a needle, they pierce through the pupils. They feel no shame before the lotus, nor does anything equal them, their black pupils encircled by crimson threads. They are mighty heroes, able to steal even Mohana’s heart; even khajana birds, after millions of attempts, accept defeat. As he moves his eyes in playful restlessness, it seems two fish are sporting in a silver bowl. (31)
Stanza 32
The instant those eyes look, no brilliance remains among the radiant; the circle of the moon grows dull and pale. Fish will die unstruck within their ponds; alas, the lotuses will wither and decay. Ferocious, deathly lions will devour the deer, and every khajana bird will take wing. Who else is powerful enough to fight them here? Only the darling’s own stubborn eyes will dare stand against them. (32)
Stanza 33
“Friend, my companion, listen carefully for a moment; accept this counsel and repeat it within your heart. Having gained youth, do not proudly display your strength; remain aware that even a savage lion may be reduced to a jackal.