340 F. S. Growse —A Metrical Version of the Frithirdj Rasau. [No. 4, 
Who lisped in numbers as a babe, 
Numbers that knew no flaw, 
Like Ganga’s stream, on pours thy song 
In rich mellifluous flood, 
A spell of might that all confess, 
But most the wise and good; 
The incarnate god, who rules the world, 
King Prithiraj the Great, 
Of lordly chieftains lordlier lord, 
Be it thine to celebrate. 
The word nag which occurs in the second line, is one that hears many 
meanings, but the context shews that in this passage it must be interpreted 
in its technical sense of ‘ the art of prosody.’ A literal rendering of the 
next two lines would be ‘ whose verses are without any faults who in child¬ 
hood made poems.’ I fail to discover any possible allusion to the Kumara- 
sambhava. In the sixth line amiyct kal are ‘ sweet strains,’ without any 
reference to ‘ immortality.’ 
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X. Unto his fair and stately dame 
Quoth Chand in loving wise : 
Dear charmer, clinging vine of love, 
Foretaste of Paradise, 
With girlish eyes of witching glance, 
My queen, my soul’s delight, 
Noting all faults but knowing none, 
Heaven’s rich-dowered favourite ; 
List while I tell in faltering tones 
How infinite a throng, 
X. The prose translation : 
“ 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, beloved of my soul, giver of 
bliss, wife, free from all evil qualities, thou who hast obtained the fruit of the 
worship of Gauri j as many poems as there have been from first to last, consider how 
endless a string there is of them, the description of this matter is in many books, thus 
having taken in the best counsel 
