Lies prisoned only in my breast.
One day—a day I never forget—
Fair Punjikasthalá[922] I met,
When, radiant as a flame of fire,
She sought the palace of the Sire.
In passion's eager grasp I tore
From her sweet limbs the robes she wore,
And heedless of her prayers and cries
Strained to my breast the vanquised prize.
Like Naliní[923] with soil distained,