126 The Poems of Chanel Barclay. [No. 2, 



[The passage that here follows is rather obscure, and I do not quite 

 see how some parts of it are to he rendered. Accordingly, as it 

 enters into my plan to give a specimen of the original text, I take 

 this for the purpose. It will be found at the end of the paper : I 

 resume the translation from the point where the transcript breaks off.] 



Then the Raja in astonishment enquired of the noble sage : " How 

 can Chhatris spring from Brahmans ? Tell me, Brahman, the two 

 lines from the union of which these Chhatris were produced," said 

 the great king Anangapala. Said Vyasa, when he heard the king's 

 words, " Conceive no amazement in your mind : as God ordains, so 

 events befall. Attend, Tomar king, while I declare the Gahar- 

 war genealogy ; afterwards I will relate the origin of the Chandels. 

 The Gaharwars were seated at Kashi ; their name and descent hear 

 first, king ; then I will pass on to the Chandels. Karuchandra was 

 the Gaharwar king of Kashi ; under his sway all the people dwelt in 

 peace and content. A just man and righteous was king Chandra. 

 His son was Ransinh, beautiful as Kamadeva ; the son of Ransinh 

 was prince Jagannath ; he took fort Ratn by craft from the Asuras. 

 His son Ransinh, with great powers, assaulted and took Sumarant. 

 His son was the beneficent Surasinh, a monarch like Murari. Of 

 him was born king Indrajit, to whom Vindhya Devi manifested 

 herself. In this Raja's court were many Brahmans, amongst them 

 the gracious Hemraj, to whom a daughter was born : who can describe 

 her ? Born in the holy city of Kashi, she received the name of 

 Hemavati, most lovely, in form a chitrani, of most amiable disposition. 

 This charming Hemavati grew up in the reign of the Gaharwar king. 

 In the summer season, when the sun's rays were at their hottest, the 

 moon rose upon her view. The moon came and manifested himself 

 to Hemavati ; the maiden trembled with sudden cold and blushed 

 beneath his gaze. Bright shone the pendants in her ears and the 

 jewels in her hair ; on her forehead a patch of sandal wood ; on her 

 bosom a garland of flowers. Trie ear-rings glisten ; the flowers are 

 pure white, bright is the gleam between her parted hair ; lovely her 

 whole attire. As she loitered with her fair companions, the moon- 

 beams toyed with her person. She knew not the dalliance. But 

 deep was the curse which the damsel uttered. The moon stayed and 

 cried, " Fair maid, be comforted ; curse me not, for thy son shall be a 



