Seven Hundred Elegant Verses. Govardhana

of the dice, and even after many games does not reach the goal.

      Who is that man of fortunate birth, whose sexual success even in a night of the month Magha that noise of the zone proclaims, carried far and wide by the frosty wind?

      What would be impossible for love to achieve? She who used to be frightened even by a snake’s skin is now sleeping on the pillow that the hood of the serpent around Shiva’s arm provides her.*

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      For a man who has been cheated by prostitutes with a love that was as false as counterfeit gold, the grief over the loss of his money is but small, compared with the mighty fun people make of him.