1869.] The Nineteenth Boole of the Gestes of Prithirdj. 147 



Likening the beauty of the parrot to the oimb-hmt. 



She strove [to catch it] with eager eyes, (8) 



It resisted, fluttering and struggling ; 



Avoiding its beak, she seized it, 



Then she took it in her own hand. 



Rejoicing with joy, pleasure in her mind, 



Having taken it inside the palace 



In a beautiful cage, inlaid with jewels 



She was taking and placing it. 



10. In it she was taking and placing it ; 

 Went to play, forgetting everything, 

 Her mind slipped away from the parrot 

 Joyfully calling " Ram, Ram." 



11. The parrot seeing the beauty of the princess, 

 This form from head to foot, 



This finished work of the Maker, 

 This peerless model of a woman. 

 Poem 3\f3Tf. 



12. Wavy tresses fair to see, 



Rivalling the dawn, with a voice like the Koil ; 



Fragrant as the blowing lotus, 



Swan-like her gait, slow-paced. 



White-robed, her body shines, 



Her nails are drops of Swati [pearls] ; 



The bee hums round her, forgetting his nature 



In the flavour and fragrance of the god of love. 



The parrot looked with his eyes, and was pleased — 



[Said] " This beauteously moulded form 



" My Lord Prithiraj shall obtain 



" Forestalling Hara, the joy of Uma." 



13. Approaching the parrot, the princess 

 Applied her mind to speak to it. 



It was a very accomplished Pandit-parrot 

 Who spoke words distinctly. 



Arill metre, 



14. She asks with soft and gentle voice 



