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the fruit is not so bitter as in Nagamati’s. In the latter there are 
no oranges or vines, and so on. ‘ Remain in thine own garden and 
do not fight with me. There is no flower equal to the jasmine ’ 
(472). Nagamati praises the fruits of her own garden. ‘When 
a tree bears fruit, people throw clods at it. When a tree bends 
humbly down, it is because of the weight of its fruit. I am beautiful, 
may she who separated me from my love be burnt to ashes. My love is 
a Raja, thine is a Yogi ’ (473). Padmavati, — ‘I am a perfect lotus. I 
was created to be worshipped. Thou art the snake ( ndga ) of the world, 
to every one. Thou art dark-featured. Thou art a black bird, and I a 
swan. I am a pearl-broidered, and thou art a glass-bead-broidered 
bodice. Thou art an emerald dulled by being beside a diamond. Thou 
art eclipse, and I the moon. A dark night is not equal to the day ’ 
(474). Nagamati, — Thou art hard within, like a lotus. Thou spend- 
est thy night lamenting thy husband’s absence ’ (475). Padmavati, — 
‘ I am the lotus beloved of the sun. My heart expandeth when he 
shineth ; while thou, gazing regretfully at the sky, art dried and burnt 
up. He and I are all in all to each other. Thou art like a wild fig full 
of flies, whose wings are born, but when it is time for them to die. 
Thou art a ndgin (snake) whose bite is mortal’ (476). Nagamati, — 
‘ A lotus bloometh when the sun riseth, but its roots, if touched, foul the 
water. It grows in stinking slime, and its companions are fish and 
frogs and turtles. If it be washed a, thousand times it will still stink. 
What shall I say to that beloved who has put coals of fire on my head ? 
In the hope of sport with him, thou hast won and I have lost’ (477). 
Padmavati, — ‘Yes, I have won all the charms of the world, my face 
from the moon, my hair from the black snake, my eyes from the deer, my 
throat from the voice of the koil, &c. To my form I gave the fragrance 
of Malaya. Thou art envious of me’ (478). Nagamati, — ‘Why art 
thou proud of charms borrowed from others. I am dark with brilliant 
eyes, my face is fair, and my voice is like the cataka’s, my nose is like a 
sword, my brow like a bow, &c.’ (479). Padmavati unable to bear any 
longer cries, ‘ Nagamati, thou snake, speak no more.’ Then each speaks 
at the same time. They scream and fight like nymphs wrestling. 
Each holds the other’s arms ; bosom to bosom, neither turns back. In 
vain each tries to bring the other down. No one dares to interfere 
(480) . 
The wind whispers in Ratna’s ears what is going on. He hastens 
there and remonstrates. ‘ Ho ye not understand that sometimes it is 
night, and sometimes day ? Ye are like the Ganges and the Jamuna ’ 
(481) '. The two wives embrace. He takes them into the palace and 
feeds them. He gives Nagamati a golden palace, and Padmavati a 
