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and my father ? Just now, O Madan-ban, I have heard^that TTday- 

 bhan has been turned into a deer. Now will he be eating the green 

 green grass. Thou, too, sunk in grief, dost pity me. I have been 

 fascinated ; so give me not those fresh flowers to smell. Take them 

 away ; for my liver is rent into a hundred pieces. Collect not mj 

 life now dispersed, but bring me a bundle of grass. I would see 

 its verdure. And what else now can I say to thee ? My eyes start 

 like a deer's, and the lashes of my eyes are dishevelled like the 

 grass of the forest. When any look at me, they moisten, and are 

 suffused with the dew of tears. Since my state has become as now, 

 I have lost all my lustre.' 



