prathama-oda-bindavaH tasyaaH paxmasu xa.Nam stithaaH taaDita-adharaaH
payodhara-utsedhanipaata-chur.Nitaa valeeshu skhalitaaH chire.N naabhimprapedire
The first drop of rain stayed momentarily on her eyelids, dropped on her lips, shattered on her hard breasts and trickled down her triple fold and after a long time disapperaed in her navel.
Sancharinee deepasikheva rathrau,Yamyamvyadeeyaya padim vara sa
Narendramargatta iva prapedea,Vivarna bhavam sa sa bhoomipalaa
Indumathi, with a garland on her hand, moves in the swayamvara hall, where the aspiring princes are seated on both the sides, each one hoping that he is going to be the choice of the princess. Their face glows when she approaches each of them and dims and darkens when she moves ahead, ignoring them like the pillars of a corridor when passed by a lamp.