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1872.] l J. Beames — Translations from CUiand Ilardai's 'Epic. 
Uttering spells and charms, 
Like an oblation offered to Devi, 
Hero of spells, very terrible, 
Giving pleasure to kings by thy poetry ; 
The childish sports, one by one, 
Of the gods having extolled in thy poems, 
Having uttered unchecked speech, 
From which to me (comes) wisdom, 
That word which is the visible form of Brahrn, 
Why should not the best of poets speak it P 
8. Kavit, Chand’s speech. 
To his wife (saith) the bal’d 
Chand, muttering soft and low, 
That true word of Brahrn, 
Purifier of (all) others itself pure, 
That word which has no form, 
Stroke, letter, or colour, 
Unshaken, unfathomable, boundless, 
Purifier of all things in the three worlds, 
That word of Brahma, let me expound 
The glory of the Gurus, pleasing to Saraswati, 
If in the arrangement of my phrases I should succeed, 
It will be pleasing to thee, O lotus-faced one ! 
9. Kavit, Chand’s wife’s speech. 
Thou art the poet, the excellent bard, 
Gazing on the heavens with unclouded intellect, 10 
Skilful in the arrangement of metres 
Having made the song of the Peacock-youth 
The wave of thy wit is like Ganga, 
Uttering speech immortal, soft 
Good men hearing it are rejoiced, 
(It) subdues like a spell of might. 
The incarnation King Prithiraj the lord, 
Who maintained the happiness of his kingdom, 
Hero, chief of heroes, and all his paladins, 
Of them speak a good word. 13 
10. Kavit, Chand’s speech. 
To her of the elephant-gait, Chand 
Singing a pleasant rhyme (said), 
Ravisher of the soul, tendril of enjoyment, 
Possessing the fragrance of the ocean of the gods, 
(Thou) of the glancing eye, in the flower of thy youth, 
