Nalopákhyánam : Story of Nala / an episode of the Mahábhárata: the Sanskrit text, with a copious vocabulary, grammatical analysis, and introduction by Monier Williams. The metrical translation by the Very Reverend Henry Hart Milman.

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1860
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Credit: Nalopákhyánam : Story of Nala / an episode of the Mahábhárata: the Sanskrit text, with a copious vocabulary, grammatical analysis, and introduction by Monier Williams. The metrical translation by the Very Reverend Henry Hart Milman. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    Vrihadaswa spake: Damayanti, ever after she the svvaiFs sweet speech had heard, With herself she dwelt no longer, all herself with Nala dwelt. Lost in thought she sat dejected, pale her melancholy cheek, Damayanti sat and yielded all her soul to sighs of grief. Upward gazing, meditative, with a wild distracted look. Wan was all her soft complexion, and with passion heart-possessed, Nor in sleep nor gentle converse, nor in banquets found she joy; Night nor day she could not slumber. Woe! oh woe! she wept and said. Her no longer her own mistress, from her looks, her gesture, knew DamayantFs virgin handmaids, to Vidarbha’s monarch they Told how pined his gentle daughter for the sovereign of men. This from Damayanti’s maidens when the royal Bhima heard. In his mind he gravely pondered for his child what best were done. “ Wherefore is my gentle daughter from herself in mind estranged?” When the lord of earth his daughter saw in blooming youth mature, Knew he for the Swayamvara Damayanti’s time was come. Straight the lord of many peasants summoned all the chiefs of earth. Come ye to the Swayamvara all ye heroes of the world!” Damayanti’s Swayamvara, soon as heard the kings of men, All obeyed king Bhima’s summons, all to Bhima’s court drew near; Elephants, and steeds, and chariots, swarmed along the sounding land; All with rich and various garlands, with his stately army each, 0