She then--albeit so desolate, so lone, Abandoned by her lord, stripped of her state-- Like a proud princess stormed, flinging away All terms of supplication, cursing him With wrath which scorched: "If I am clean in heart And true in thought unto Nishadha's King, Then mayest thou, vile pursuer of the beasts, Sink to the earth, stone dead!" While she did speak, The hunter breathless fell to earth, stone dead, As falls a tree-trunk blasted by the bolt. That ravisher destroyed, the lotus-eyed Fared forward, threading still the fearful wood, Lonely and dim, with trill of jhillikas[22] Resounding, and fierce noise of many beasts Laired in its shade, lions and leopards, deer, Close-hiding tigers, sullen bisons, wolves, And shaggy bears. Also the glades of it Were filled with fowl which crept, or flew, and cried. A home for savage men and murderers, Thick with a world of trees, whereof was sal, Sharp-seeded, weeping gum; knotted bambus, Dhavas with twisted roots; smooth aswatthas, Large-leaved, and creeping through the cloven rocks; Tindukas, iron-fibred, dark of grain; Ingudas, yielding oil; and kinsukas, With scarlet flowerets flaming. Thronging these Were arjuns and arishta-clumps, which bear The scented purple clusters; syandans, And tall silk-cotton trees, and mango-belts With silvery spears; and wild rose-apple, blent 'Mid lodhra-tufts and khadirs, interknit By clinging rattans, climbing everywhere From stem to stem. Therewith were intermixed-- Round pools where rocked the lotus--âmalaks, Plakshas with fluted leaves, kadambas sweet, Udumbaras; and, on the jungle-edge, Tangles of reed and jujube, whence there rose Bel-trees and nyagrodhas, dropping roots Down from the air; broad-leaved priyâlas, palms And date-trees, and the gold myrobalan, With copper-leaved vibhîtikas. All these Crowded the wood; and many a crag it held, With precious ore of metals interveined; And many a creeper-covered cave wherein The spoken word rolled round; and many a cleft Where the thick stems were like a wall to see; And many a winding stream and reedy jheel, And glassy lakelet, where the woodland beasts In free peace gathered. Wandering onward thus, The Princess saw far-gliding forms of dread-- Pisâchas, Rakshasas, ill sprites and fiends Which haunt, with swinging snakes, the undergrowth. Dark pools she saw, and drinking-holes, and peaks Wherefrom break down in tumbling cataracts The wild white waters, marvellous to hear. Also she passed--this daughter of a king-- Where snorted the fierce buffaloes, and where The gray boars rooted for their food, and where The black bears growled, and serpents in the grass Rustled and hissed. But all along that way