By glorious marks a king proclaimed:
Like some bright lotus lustrous-hued,
With young Kandarpa's[458] grace endued:
As there like Indra's self he shone,
She loved the youth she gazed upon.
She grim of eye and foul of face
Loved his sweet glance and forehead's grace:
She of unlovely figure, him
Of stately form and shapely limb:
She whose dim locks disordered hung,