198 G. A. Grierson — Analysis of the Padumawati. [No. 2, 
sorrow. Adorn thyself. Sit upon thy throne, and sport. Enjoyment 
is hut for a few days, and youth once gone doth not return ’ (635). 
Padmavatl refuses comfort. ‘ She hath youth who is in the shadow of 
her husband’s face. The jasmine of my body will take new shoots, 
when the lord of the house, its waterer, returneth. Till then it will 
remain withered ’ ( 636). Kumodini, — ‘ Think not thus of life. As long 
as there is youth there are lovers. No husband is ever constant. Youth, 
like water, diminisheth day by day, and birds only seek the pond while 
it containeth water’ (637). Padmavatl, — ‘What is life and youth 
without a husband. She who is wedded to a lion desireth not a jackal. 
The true beauty is chastity. Sin maketh the most lovely to be black ’ 
(638) , Kumodini, — ‘ Old age will come. It will then be too late for 
joy. Thy beauty will all disap23ear; now is the time for happiness’ 
(639) . Padmavatl flames up. ‘May her beauty be burnt up, who 
deserteth her own, and lusteth for another. Two kings cannot sit on 
one throne. Youth may go, and lovers may go, but not the memory of 
my husband’s love. If we meet not in this world, we will meet here- 
after. I am sinner enough as it is, for I still live ’ (640). Kumodini, — 
‘ No taste is appreciated till a new taste cometh on the tongue. Thou 
hast not learned the taste of another man. They only know the taste 
of the first, who have tried another. One sip of nectar filleth not the 
heart, till another hath been drunk’ (641). Padmavatl. ‘ Thou art 
my enemy, not my nurse : with inky words hast thou come to cheat me. 
Water is clean till ink falleth into it. The very moon would become 
black if defiled with such ink. Thou art insulting me with a smile 
upon thy mouth. My husband (gydma)- lover is brilliant as the sun, 
other lovers are black (yydma) as ink’ 1 (642). Kumodini, — ‘Thou 
hast already black ink upon thee, — I see it in the blackness of thine eyes. 
Nay, black collyrium is adornment; so also is the black mole on the 
cheek. A line of ink giveth an enhanced charm. The pupils of the 
eye are black, and the whole world is seen by them, and so on. How 
can there be whiteness where there is no black P How can there be a 
body, when there is no reflection ? Deva Pala is an all-powerful king. 
Thou wilt forget Citaur, when thou hast gone to Kambhal’ner ’ (643). 
Padmavatl bends her brows in wrath. ‘ Deva Pala is my husband’s foe. 
How paltry is the bear compared to the lion ; and, lo ! a harlot is telling 
me a love-message from him. Were my lord here he would cut thy nose 5 
and ears, and paint thy face black. Ho would shave thy head, and 
mount thee on an ass ’ (644). 
1 So the printed editions. The original was probably a pun, or corrupted form 
of svmrii and qyama. 
