And there, beneath her eyes, those winged ones
    Lighted.  She saw them sail to earth, and marked—­
    Sitting amid her maids—­their graceful forms;
    While those for wantonness ’gan chase the swans,
    Which fluttered this and that way through the grove: 
    Each girl with tripping feet her bird pursued,
    And Damayanti, laughing, followed hers;
    Till—­at the point to grasp—­the flying prey
    Deftly eluding touch, spake as men speak,
    Addressing Bhima’s daughter:—­
                                  “Lady dear! 
    Loveliest Damayanti!  Nala dwells
    In near Nishadha:  oh, a noble Prince,
    Not to be matched of men; an Aswin he,
    For goodliness.  Incomparable maid! 
    Wert thou but wife to that surpassing chief,
    Rich would the fruit grow from such lordly birth,
    Such peerless beauty.  Slender-waisted one,
    Gods, men, and Gandharvas have we beheld,
    But never none among them like to him. 
    As thou art pearl of princesses, so he
    Is crown of princes; happy would it fall,
    One such perfection should another wed.” 
      And when she heard that bird (O King of men!)
    The Princess answered:  “Go, dear swan, and tell
    This same to Nala;” and the egg-born said,
    “I go”—­and flew; and told the Prince of all. 
      But Damayanti, having heard the bird,
    Lived fancy-free no more; by Nala’s side
    Her soul dwelt, while she sat at home distraught,
    Mournful and wan, sighing the hours away,
    With eyes upcast, and passion-laden looks;
    So that, eftsoons, her limbs failed, and her mind—­
    With love o’erweighted—­found no rest in sleep,
    No grace in company, no joy at feasts. 
    Nor night nor day brought peace; always she heaved
    Sigh upon sigh, till all her maidens knew—­
    By glance and mien and moan—­how changed she was,
    Her own sweet self no more.  Then to the King
    They told how Damayanti loved the Prince. 
    Which thing when Bhima from her maidens heard,
    Deep pondering for his child what should be done,
    And why the Princess was beside herself,
    That lord of lands perceived his daughter grown,
    And knew that for her high Swayamvara
    The time was come. 
                       So, to the Rajas all
    The King sent word:  “Ye Lords of Earth, attend
    Of Damayanti the Swayamvara.” 
    And when these learned of her Swayamvara,
    Obeying Bhima, to his court they thronged—­
    Elephants, horses, cars—­over the land
    In full files wending, bearing flags and wreaths
    Of countless hues, with gallant companies
    Of fighting men.  And those high-hearted chiefs
    The strong-armed King welcomed with worship fair,
    As fitted each, and led them to their seats. 
      Now at that hour there passed towards Indra’s heaven,