Then in her eyes Debendra seemed the perfection of beauty, the essence of all that was adorable to a woman.

Her eyes overflowed with tears springing from love.
Putting down his guitar, Debendra wiped away her tears.

Hira shivered.
Then Debendra began such pleasant jesting, mingled with loving speeches, and adorned his conversation with such ambiguous phrases, that Hira, entranced, thought, "This is heavenly joy!" Never had she heard such words.

If her senses had not been bewildered she would have thought, "This is hell." Debendra had never known real love; but he was very learned in the love language of the old poets.

Hearing from Debendra songs in praise of the inexpressible delights of love, Hira thought of giving herself up to him.