The court poet had sung her beauty in a song which ran thus:
“Thou canst behold her beauty but once and nevermore, for like the splendor of Surya it blinds thee for thy daring.
“Thus I, from the profound depth of my blindness will describe to thee in words as poor as my fancy is rich, what I saw.
“Her countenance is pale and sad as the white lotus in full bloom when it is kissed by the rays of the love-lorn moon.
“Her hair is black as the thoughts of Yama, and it is so delicate and sensitive that it reflects all her moods, her most intimate thoughts, and thou canst observe her hair if thou darest not glance at her face. Her eyes are as deep as the Bottomless Well, and when she gazes at thee for a while thou feelest that she could absorb thee as thou dost the perfume of a flower. But if thou couldst only read in her eyes thou wouldst find there the source of all the Blessings.
“When her eyelids close and open slowly they seem to yawn indifference or contempt, and the eyebrows are arches which keep the eyes from irradiating the Universe.
“Her mouth is sometimes paler than the palest coral, at other times darker than a bloody wound, and it is more flexible than the thoughts of a courtier.