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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428279" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Cloud Messenger - Part 02</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your naturally beautiful reflection will gain entry into the clear waters of the<br>Gambhira River, as into a clear mind. Therefore it is not fitting that you, out<br>of obstinancy, should render futile her glances which are the darting leaps of<br>little fish, as white as night-lotus flowers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Removing her blue garment which is her water, exposing her hips which are<br>her banks, it is clutched by cane-branches as if grasped by her hands.<br>Departure will inevitably be difficult for you who tarries, O friend. Who,<br>having experienced enjoyment, is able to forsake another whose loins are laid<br>bare?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A cool breeze, grown pleasant through contact with the scent of the earth<br>refreshed by your showers, which is inhaled by elephants with a pleasing<br>sound at their nostrils, and which is the ripener of wild figs in the forest,<br>gently fans you who desire to proceed to Devagiri.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There, you, taking the form of a cloud of flowers, should bathe Skanda, who<br>always resides there, with a shower of flowers, wet with the water of the<br>heavenly Ganges. For he is the energy surpassing the sun, that was born into<br>the mouth of the fire by the bearer of the crescent moon6 for the purpose of<br>protecting the forces of of the sons of Indra.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, with claps of thunder, magnified by their own echoes, you should cause<br>to dance the peacock of the son of Agni, the corners of whose eyes are bathed<br>by the light of the crescent moon at the head of Shiva and whose discarded<br>tail-feather, ringed by rays of light, Parvati placed behind her ear, next <br>to the petal of the blue lotus, out of her love for her son.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Having worshipped that god born in a reedbed, after you have travelled<br>further, your route abandoned by siddha-couples carrying lutes because they<br>fear rain-drops, you should descend while paying homage to the glory of<br>Randideva, born from the slaughter of the daughter of Surabhi, and who<br>arose on earth in the form or a river.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When you, the robber of the complexion of bearer of the bow Sharnga, stoop<br>to drink the water of that river, which is broad but appears narrow from a<br>distance, those who range the skies, when they look down, will certainly see<br>that the stream resembles a single string of pearls on the earth, enlarged at <br>its centre with a sapphire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Having crossed the river, go on, making yourself into a form worthy of the<br>curiosity of the eyes of the women of Dashapura, adept in the amorous play of<br>their tendril-like eyebrows, whose dark and variageted brilliance flashes up at<br>the fluttering of their eyelashes, and whose splendour has been stolen from the<br>bees attendant on tossing kunda flowers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, entering the district of Brahmavarta, accompanied by your shadow, you<br>should proceed to the plain of the Kurus, evocative of the battle of the<br>warriors, where the one whose bow is Gandiva brought down showers of<br>hundreds of sharp arrows, just as you bring down showers of rain on the faces<br>of the lotuses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Having partaken of the waters of the Sarasvati which were enjoyed by the<br>bearer of the plough who was averse to war on account of his love for his<br>kinsfolk, after he had forsaken the wine of agreeable flavour which was<br>marked by the reflection of Revati’s eyes, you, friend, will be purified within:<br>only your colour will be black.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From there you should go to the daughter of Jahnu above the Kanakhula<br>mountains, where she emerges from the Himalaya, who provided a flight of<br>steps to heaven for the sons of Sagara, and who laughing with her foam at the<br>frown on the face of Gauri, made a grab at the hair of Shambhu and clasped<br>his crescent moon with her wave-hands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you, like an elephant of the gods, your front partly inclining down from the<br>sky to drink her waters which are pure as crystal, in an instrant, because of<br>your reflection on her gliding current, she would become very lovely, as if<br>united with the Yamuna in second location.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Having reached the mountain which is the source of that very river, whose<br>crags are made fragrant with the scent of the musk of the deer that recline<br>there, white with snow, reposing on the summit which dispells the fatigue of<br>travel, you will take on the splendour like that of the white soil cast up <br>by the bull of the three-eyed one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If, when the wind is blowing, a forest fire were to afflict the mountain, <br>ignited by the friction of branches of the sarala trees, burning with its <br>flames the tailhairs of the yaks, it would befit you to extinguish it <br>completely with thousands of torrents of water, for the resources of the <br>great have as their fruit the alleviation of those who suffer misfortune.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sharabha there, intent on springing in anger at you who departs from<br>their path, would lunge at you, only to break their own limbs. You should<br>cover them with a tumultuous storm of hail and rain. Who, intent upon a<br>fruitless endeavour, would not be the object of contempt?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There, with your body bowed in devotion, you should circumambulate the<br>foot-print of the one wears the half-moon diadem, which is continually<br>heaped with offerings from ascetics, and at the sight of which, at their <br>departure from the bodies, cleansed of their misdeeds, the faithful are able to<br>achieve the immuteable state of membership of Shiva’s following.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bamboo canes filled with the wind sound sweetly. Victory over the three<br>cities is celebrated in song by the Kinnari demi-gods. If your rumbling like a<br>muraja drum resounds in the caves, the theme of a concert for Shiva will be<br>complete.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Having passed various features on the flanks of the Himalayas, proceed thence<br>north to Krauncarandhra, gateway for wild geese, which was the route to glory<br>for Bhrgupati—you whose beautiful form is flat and long, like the dark blue<br>foot of Vishnu uplifted for the suppression of Bali.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And having gone further, become the guest of Mt Kailasa, the seams of whose<br>peaks were rent by the arms of the ten-faced one and which is a mirror for<br>the consorts of the Thirty Gods, and which, extending with lofty peaks like<br>white lotuses, stands in the sky like the loud laughter of the three-eyed <br>one accumulated day by day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I foresee that when you, resembling glossy powdered kohl, reach the foot of<br>that mountain as white as a freshly cut piece of ivory, the imminent beauty<br>will be fit to be gazed upon with an unerring eye, like the dark blue garment<br>placed on the shoulder of the plough-carrier.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And if Gauri should take a walk on the foot of that pleasure-hill, lent a hand<br>by Shiva who has set aside his serpent-bracelet, your shape transformed into a<br>flight of steps, your torrents of water withheld within yourself, become a<br>stairway rising in front of her for the ascent of the jewel-slopes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There the young women of the gods will use you as a shower—you whose<br>waters are brought forth by the striking together of the diamonds in their<br>bracelets. If, friend, you were unable to release yourself from them, being<br>encountered in the hot season, startle them who are intent on playing with<br>you, with claps of thunder, harsh to the ear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Partaking of the waters of Manasa which bring forth golden lotuses, bringing<br>at pleasure momentary delight like a cloth upon the face of Airavata, shaking<br>with your winds the sprouts of wish-fulfilling trees like garments, enjoy the<br>king of mountains with various playful actions, O cloud.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once you, who wander at will, have seen Alaka seated in the lap of the<br>mountain like a lover, with the Ganges like a garment that has slipped, you<br>will not fail to recognise her again with her lofty palaces and bearing hosts of<br>clouds with showers of rain at the time of year when you are present,<br>resembling a woman whose tresses are interwoven with strings of pearls.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Kalidasa">Kalidasa</a><div class=q>
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