30 Oct 2014
Oct 30 2014

The Betal resumed. Of all the learned Brahmans in the learnedest university of Gaur (Bengal) none was so celebrated as Vishnu Swami. He could write verse as well as prose in dead languages, not very correctly, but still, better than all his fellows–which constituted him a distinguished writer. […]

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30 Oct 2014
Oct 30 2014

On the lovely banks of Jumna’s stream there was a city known as Dharmasthal–the Place of Duty; and therein dwelt a certain Brahman called Keshav. He was a very pious man, in the constant habit of performing penance and worship upon the river Sidi. He modelled his own […]

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30 Oct 2014
Oct 30 2014

Your majesty (quoth the demon, with unusual politeness), there is a country called Malaya, on the western coast of the land of Bharat–you see that I am particular in specifying the place–and in it was a city known as Chandrodaya, whose king was named Randhir. This Raja, like […]

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17 Jul 2014
Jul 17 2014

“Listen, great king!” again began the Baital. An unimportant Baniya (trader), Hiranyadatt, had a daughter, whose name was Madansena Sundari, the beautiful army of Cupid. Her face was like the moon; her hair like the clouds; her eyes like those of a muskrat; her eyebrows like a bent […]

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17 Jul 2014
Jul 17 2014

In the great city of Bhogavati dwelt, once upon a time, a young prince, concerning whom I may say that he strikingly resembled this amiable son of your majesty. Raja Vikram was silent, nor did he acknowledge the Baital’s indirect compliment. He hated flattery, but he liked, when […]

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17 Jul 2014
Jul 17 2014

In Benares once reigned a mighty prince, by name Pratapamukut, to whose eighth son Vajramukut happened the strangest adventure. One morning, the young man, accompanied by the son of his father’s pradhan or prime minister, rode out hunting, and went far into the jungle. At last the twain […]

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17 Jul 2014
Jul 17 2014

The sage Bhavabhuti–Eastern teller of these tales–after making his initiatory and propitiatory conge to Ganesha, Lord of Incepts, informs the reader that this book is a string of fine pearls to be hung round the neck of human intelligence; a fragrant flower to be borne on the turband […]

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