HINDU ART
were, on the wall of life." And when he awoke he "embraced the sky, and with outstretched arms cried to his beloved, as if she were painted in the heavens, graven on his eyes, and carven on his heart." Kandarpaketu goes to sleep "looking on that most dear one as if limned by the pencil of fancy on the tablet of his heart."
Similarly Vasavadatta thinks of Kandarpaketu "as if he were carven on her heart . . . as if he were engraved there, inlaid, riveted." She exclaims to one of her maidens: "Trace in a picture the thief of my thoughts." And, "over and over thinking thus, as if he were painted on the quarters and sub-quarters (of the sky), as if he were engraved on the cloud, as if he were reflected in her eye, she painted him in a picture as if he had been seen before."
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