பதிப்பு : மனோன்மணியம் - நாடகம் | 355 |
Mute, as if musing in himself, the Prince Heard the wise counsel to its warning close. Then, with a gloomy look, Gazed on the reader of the stars, and answered 252 | Leave thou to me that which to me belongs; My people need the Tanais for their rafts; Or soon or late that need Strings the Mede’s bow, and mounts the Scythian rider. 256 | Mage, I would pluck my spirit from the hold Of a strong phantasy, which, night and day, Haunts it, unsinews life, And makes my heart the foe of my own reason. 260 | Perchance in war, the gods ordain my cure; And courting war, I to myself give peace. Startled by these wild words, The Mage, in trust-alluring arts long - practised, 264 | Led on the Prince to unfold their hidden sense; And having bound the listener by the oath Mage never broke, to hold Sacred the trust, the King thus told his trouble. 268 | Know that each night (thro’ three revolving moons) An image comes before me in a dream; Ever the same sweet face, Lovely as that which blest the Carian’s slumber. 272 | Nought mid the dark - eyed daughters of the East, Nought I have ever seen in waking hours, Rivals in charm this shape Which hath no life - unless a dream hath substance. 276 | ‘But never yet so clearly visible, Nor with such joy in its celestial smile Hath come the visitant, Making a temple of the soul it hallows, 280 |
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