Verse 51
The kings fall off their elephants· Verses 51–54
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शुचिस्मितां बिम्बफलाधरद्युतिशोणायमानद्विजकुन्दकुड्मलाम् ।पदा चलन्तीं कलहंसगामिनीं सिञ्जत्कलानूपुरधामशोभिना ।विलोक्य वीरा मुमुहुः समागता यशस्विनस्तत्कृतहृच्छयार्दिताः
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51She was like the maya of the god, bewildering the heroes: slender-waisted, her face set off with earrings, in the bloom of youth, a jewelled girdle laid on her hips, her breasts showing, her glance half hidden behind her hair, 52smiling clear, her lower lip bright as a bimba fruit, her teeth reddened jasmine buds, stepping with the walk of a swan, lovely with the light of her softly ringing anklets. Seeing her, the famed heroes gathered there lost their senses, worn down by the longing she had raised in them. 53Under cover of the procession she was giving her own beauty to Hari; and the kings who saw her, their wits taken by that wide smile and that shy glance, dropped their weapons and fell to the ground, dazed, from elephant and chariot and horse.
54So she went, slowly moving the two shifting lotus buds of her feet, watching all the while for the Bhagavan to come. Pushing back her hair with the nails of her left hand, she looked shyly from the corners of her eyes at the kings who had come, and she saw the Unfallen.