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A account of the beauty of Rani KetaM. 



Rani Ketaki's beauty beggars all description. It is impossible 

 to describe the arching of her eye-brows, the modesty of her eyes, 

 the piercing of her sharp eye-lashes, and her smile, and the colour 

 of the dye on her teeth, and her frown when angry, and the dignity 

 with which she scolded her servants, and her walk, and her spring 

 like the bounding of deer. 



An account of the prince's beauty. 



If any one surpasses prince Uday-bhan in beauty, let him appear 

 — the beauty of his budding youth and the gracefulness of his 

 gait, and the luxuriance of his sprouting hair, and the rosiness of 

 his cheeks like the shining of the sun's rays early in the morning on 



