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The Curse at Farewell
THE CURSE AT FAREWELL
KACH
My life is crowned. No lack, no poverty
In this auspicious hour remains to me.
DEBJANI
O in the three worlds’ fortunate indeed !
Your task achieved, to Indra’s * kingdom speed,
Bearing aloft a nodding crest of praise!
The shouts of joy will swell in heaven’s ways,
The conch® in ravishing tumult welcome sing,
The beauteous goddesses in showers will fling
Sprays from the unfading groves of Para- dise.*
Along the heavenly roads, with low, sweet cries §
The nymphs * will hail you.
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