THE KURAL
1186. Even as darkness lieth in wait for the light to be put out, even so doth Pallor lie in wait for my separation from my lord.
1187. I lay in his embrace : I then left him for a while, and behold, pallor swallowed me up, as it were !
1188. There are people to reproach me saying, Behold she hath become sallow and pale : but there is none to reproach him for abandoning me !
1189. Acquit him forsooth, my maid, of all harmful intent : the death-like pallor of my body is nothing to thee.
1190. It is good for me even to be twitted with the sallowness of my skin, if only they accuse not my beloved of cruelty.[1]
- ↑ Note the sudden change of mood.
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