The Glory of Raghu’s line resembled some young elephant with kingship for its chain; the news of banishment was as its breaking; at which he rejoices exceedingly.
With folded hands the Crown of Raghu’s line bowed his head blithely at his mother’s feet. She gave him her blessing and clasped him to her bosom, and scattered around him gifts of jewels and raiment. Again and again she kissed his face, with tears of joy in her eyes and her body all quivering with emotion. Then seating him in her lap, she pressed him once more to her heart, while drops of affection trickled from her comely breasts. Her rapture of love was past all telling, like that of a beggar made all at once rich as Kuver. Tenderly regarding his lovely features, his mother thus addressed him in sweetest tones: “Tell me, my son, I adjure you as your mother, when is the happy moment to be; you are such an exquisite paragon of piety, amiability and good fortune that in you Avadh has reaped the full fruition of its existence:
With folded hands the Crown of Raghu’s line bowed his head blithely at his mother’s feet. She gave him her blessing and clasped him to her bosom, and scattered around him gifts of jewels and raiment. Again and again she kissed his face, with tears of joy in her eyes and her body all quivering with emotion. Then seating him in her lap, she pressed him once more to her heart, while drops of affection trickled from her comely breasts. Her rapture of love was past all telling, like that of a beggar made all at once rich as Kuver. Tenderly regarding his lovely features, his mother thus addressed him in sweetest tones: “Tell me, my son, I adjure you as your mother, when is the happy moment to be; you are such an exquisite paragon of piety, amiability and good fortune that in you Avadh has reaped the full fruition of its existence: