பதிப்பு : மனோன்மணியம் - நாடகம்
The third, and as between divided cloud
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Flames fierce with deathful pest an angry sun, The folds, flung rudely back,
Disclosed behind one glare of serried armour.
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On either side, the Persian or the Scyth, The single lord of life and death to both, Stayed, by a look, vain strife;
And passing onward amid swords uplifted,
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A girl's slight form beside him his sole guard, He paused before the footstool of the King, And in such tones as soothe
The wrath of injured fathers, said submissive -
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I have been guilty to the gods and thee Of man's most sinful sin, ingratitude; That which I pined for most
Seen as a dream, my waking life rejected;
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Now On my knees that blessing I implore. Give me thy daughter; but a son receive, And blend them both in one
As the mild guardian of the Scythian River.'
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