TEXT 18

TEXT 18

sura-strī-keśa-vibhraṣṭa-
nava-saugandhika-srajām
yatrāmodam upādāya
mārga āvāti mārutaḥ

Перевод

The breezes blowing in the streets of the city bore the fragrance of the flowers falling from the hair of the women of the demigods.