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" preffes her joy with inarticulate murmurs ; while (he floats on the waves 

 1 ofdefire, and clofes her eyes dazzled with the blaze of approaching 

 t Cam a : and now this heroine in love's warfare falls exhausted and van- 



* quiflied by the refiftlefs Mora'ri ) but alas ! In my bofom prevails the 

 4 -flame of jeal'oufy, and yon moon, which ditpels the forrow of others, in- 



* creafes mine. See again, where / he foe of Mua a /ports 'in yon grove on 

 s the bank of the Yamuna i See, how he kifles thelip of my rival, and im- 

 4 prints on her forehead an ornament of pure inulk, black as the young 

 4 ant, lope on the lunar orb ! Now, like the hufband of Reti, he fixes 

 1 white blofforns on her dark locks, where they gleam like fiailies of light- 



* 'ning among the curled clouds. On her -breads, like two firmaments, he 

 ' places a firing- of gems like a radiant conftellation : he b'nds on her arms, 

 1 graceful as the lialks of the water-lily, and adorned with hands glowing 



* like the petals of its- flower, a bracelet of fapphires, which referable a 

 ' clufter of bees. Ah i fee, how he ties round her waift a rich girdle 

 \ illumined with golden bells, which fern to laugh, as they tinkle-, at the 



* 'inferiour hrightnefs of the leafy garlands, which lovers hang on their 

 ' bowers to propitiate the God of Defire. He places her fo ft foot, as he 



* reclines by her fide, on his ardent bofom, and flains it with the ruddy 

 « hue of Yavaca. Say, my friend, why pafs I my nights in this tangled 

 ' foreff. withe it joy, and without hope, while the faithlefs brother 1 of 



* Haladhera clafps my rival in his arms? Yet why, my companion, 



* ihouldfl thou mourn, though my perfidious youth has difappointed me ? 



* What offence is it of thine, if he fpert with a c*owd of damfels happier 



* than I? Ma;k, how my foul., attra&ed by his irrefimtble charms, burfts 



* from its mortal frame, and rufh.es to mix wiih its beloved. She, whom 

 s the God enjoys, crowned with fy Ivan flowers, fits carelefTly on a bed of leaves 

 ' with Him, whofe wanton eyes refemble blue water-hlies agitated by the 



