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" The gale that has wantoned round the beautiful clove-plants, 

 breathes now from the hills of Malaya; the circling arbors resound 

 with the notes of the cocil, and the murmurs of honey-making 

 swarms. Now the hearts of damsels whose lovers travel at a dis- 

 tance are pierced with anguish, while the blossoms of bacul are con- 

 spicuous among the flowers covered with bees. The tamala, with 

 leavesdark and odorous, claims a tribute from the musk which it van- 

 quishes; and the clustering flowers of the palasa resemble the nails 

 of Cam a, with which he rends the hearts of the young. The full 

 blown chara gleams like the sceptre of the world's monarch, Love; 

 and the pointed thyrse of the cetaca resembles the darts by which 

 lovers are wounded. See the bunches of patali flowers filled with 

 bees, like the quiver of Smara full of shafts; while the tender 

 blossom of the caruna smiles to see the whole world laying shame 

 aside. The far-scented madhavi beautifies the trees round which it 

 twines; and the fresh mallica seduces, with rich perfume, even the 

 hearts of hermits; while the amra-Uec with blooming tresses is em- 

 braced by the gay creeper attimucta, and the blue streams of 

 Yamuna wind round the groves of Vrindavan. In this charming 

 season, which gives pain to separated lovers, young Heri sports 

 and dances with a company of damsels. A breeze like the breath 

 of love, from the fragrant flowers of the cStaca kindles every heart, 

 whilst it perfumes the woods with the dust which it shakes from 

 the majlicd with half opened buds; and the cocila bursts into song 

 when he sees the blossoms glistening on the lovely row/a." 



Most of the royal gardens in India have an appropriate name, 

 and frequently an inscription over the portal in Persian poetry, 



