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7. The lotus ponds with closed flowers of lotuses
looked as if offering their prayer with folded hands for
the return of the sun who had left them for another
hemisphere.
8. The ocean, with the folds of evening clouds
reflected in the waves raised by the wind, looked as if
putting up steps of gems for the sun to descend from
the sky.
9. The globe of the setting sun, as it touched its
own reflection in the waves of the western ocean, raised
in one's mind the idea of the Golden cymbals, for the
evening dancer, Śiva.
10. Cakravāka couples with their pitiful looks at
the setting sun, and with bits of lotus-stalk dropping
down from their beaks, looked very miserable on the
eve of their mutual separation at nightfall.
11. A few streaks of light still lined the sky even
after the sun had sunk in the ocean waters. These
looked like the remnant branches of the tree of Day
which the elephant Time had uprooted.
12. The ocean, with the beams of the setting sun,
reminded one of the time-honoured anecdote of its
having been stained with the blood of Madhu and
Kaiṭabha.
13. The globe of the sun, with its lustre gone,
rolled, scattered by the ocean waves. Sea-fishes licked
it often and often, mistaking it for the broken remains
of a fruit.
looked as if offering their prayer with folded hands for
the return of the sun who had left them for another
hemisphere.
8. The ocean, with the folds of evening clouds
reflected in the waves raised by the wind, looked as if
putting up steps of gems for the sun to descend from
the sky.
9. The globe of the setting sun, as it touched its
own reflection in the waves of the western ocean, raised
in one's mind the idea of the Golden cymbals, for the
evening dancer, Śiva.
10. Cakravāka couples with their pitiful looks at
the setting sun, and with bits of lotus-stalk dropping
down from their beaks, looked very miserable on the
eve of their mutual separation at nightfall.
11. A few streaks of light still lined the sky even
after the sun had sunk in the ocean waters. These
looked like the remnant branches of the tree of Day
which the elephant Time had uprooted.
12. The ocean, with the beams of the setting sun,
reminded one of the time-honoured anecdote of its
having been stained with the blood of Madhu and
Kaiṭabha.
13. The globe of the sun, with its lustre gone,
rolled, scattered by the ocean waves. Sea-fishes licked
it often and often, mistaking it for the broken remains
of a fruit.