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Then the warrior,

winner of war,

with his heroic valour,

the subduer of the extremely arrogant beings,

he who has the brilliance of the stars,

he who has the brilliance

of the vanquisher of fearless elephants,

the enemy seated on a chariot,

started to fight


Not exclusively on Fate,

not wholly on his own manhood,

does a wise man depend absolutely,

but upon both of them, he does rely equally

like a good poet, on both word and meaning.


By pressing of the arm and tearing of the hair,

by inflicting wound with the nails and the teeth,

the god of love, slumbering in the delicate bodies of women,

is aroused, and he rubs their bright eyes.