Say thus-Thy lord o'er Rama's mountain strays, [vine, 'What though to distance driven by wrath diImagination joins his form with thine; Such as I view is his emaciate frame; Such his regrets, his scorching pangs the same To every sigh of thine his sigh replies, And tears responsive trickle from his eyes. "By thee unheard, by those bright eyes unseen, Woo thee in close approach his words to hear, In vain; for envious tears my purpose blight, Why should the god*, who wields the five-fold dart, Nor spare to agonize an aching breast, 'Believe me, dearest, that my doom severe Obtains from heavenly eyes the frequent tear, And where the spirits of these groves + attend, The pitying drops in pearly showers descend; As oft in sleep they mark my outstretch'd arms, That clasp in blissful dreams thy fancied charms, Play through the air, and fold in fond embrace Impassive matter and ethereal space. 'Soft and delightful to my senses blows The breeze that southward wafts Himala's snows, And rich impregnated with gums divine, Exuding fragrant from the shatter'd pine, Diffusing sweets to all, but most to me; Has it not touch'd, does it not breathe of thee? 'What are my tasks: to speed the lagging night, And urge impatiently the rising light; The light return'd, I sicken at the ray, And shun as eagerly the shining day: Vain are my labours in this lonely state; But fate proscribes, and we must bow to fate. Let then my firmness save thee from despair, Who trust myself, nor sink beneath my care; Trust to futurity, for still we view The always wretched, always bless'd, are few: *Camadeva, the Hindu Cupid, whose shafts are represented as being tipped with five different flowers. + Literally the deities of the soit. Life, like a wheel's revolving orb, turns round, Now whirl'd in air, now dragg'd along the ground. 'When, from his serpent couch that swims the Sarangi rises from celestial sleep*; [deep, When four more months unmark'd have run their course, To us all gloom, the curse has lost its force: Let not the tales that idle tattlers bear Nor ask that promise, nor expect reply. H. H. WILSON. The serpent couch is the great snake ananta, upon which Vishnu, or, as he is called, the holder of the bow Sarnga reclines during the four months of the periodical rains. DESCRIPTION OF A HINDU BEAUTY. FROM THE HINDEE. MARK, her slender form bend low, As the zephyrs lightly blow: See, her face as soft moon beaming; Treasures yield of nectar'd sweet: While brighter tints, and rosier hues, BROUGHTON. VERSES, Written after being at Sea for the first Time. FROM THE PUSHTO. THE sage who first refused to roam Through foreign climes in quest of gain, But bade us prize the joys of home, Thought of thy dangers, fearful main! The Hindu ladies are accustomed to stain the soles of their feet with a crimson dye, named jaubuk. + In the East, ornaments of gold, jewelry, &c. are commonly made in the forms of different flowers. What though the bread on shore we taste When purchased on the brackish main. Can match thy horrors, frightful main ! From him who travels on the main. Scenes fair, sublime, and strange and new, The parrot pent in wiry cage Its fluttering pinions beats in vain; So vain our grief, so vain our rage, When reeling on the restless main. VOL. VI. GG |