Amaru Shataka

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The Amaruśataka or Amarukaśataka (अमरुशतक, "the hundred stanzas of Amaru"), authored by Amaru (also Amaruka), is a collection of poems dated to about the 7th or 8th century. The Amaruśataka ranks as one of the finest lyrical poetry in the annals of Sanskrit literature, ranking with Kalidasa and Bhartṛhari's Śṛngâraśataka. The ninth-century literary critic Anandavardhana declared in his Dhvanyaloka that "a single stanza of the poet Amaru ... may provide the taste of love equal to what's found in whole volumes." Its verses have been used by poets and critics as examples and standards to judge other poems by. Andrew Schelling describes it as "love poetry original and vivid as that produced anywhere on the planet". Its subject is mostly Sringara (erotic love, romantic love) including aspects such as love, passion, estrangement, longing, rapprochement, joy and sorrow, etc. Greg Bailey notes that it is "as much about the social aspects of courting, betrayal, feminine indignance and masculine self-pity as it is about sensuality". Similarly, Schelling notes: "All the flavours or nuances of love are said to lie within the book, though you'll notice that the emphasis falls more on the bitter taste of separation or betrayal than on the sweetness of consummation.". Three recensions were made - The Southern represented by Verma, the Bengali or the Eastern by Ravichandra and the Western by Arjuna . Out of 127 stanzas that r found only 72 are considered to be genuine by Dr. S.K. De and the rest have a doubtful authorship. As examples, here are some verses:She had suffered in separation, was weary, pale and gaunt, with her hair all dull and dry. But, her radiance was restored the moment I returned from travel. Then, at our game of love, delightful, she so proud and lovely looked, that I did then sip the lips of that slender-bodied woman, in ways that I can never describe. — translation by A.N.D. Haksar The pressure of the palm of thy hand, that covers the cheek, has wiped the ornamental paintings off it; thy sighs have lapped up the nectar-sweet moisture of thy lips; the tears which continually choke thy throat. Cause the bosom to heave: thus, Oh inexorable one, thy anger has become thy beloved, but not I! — translation by Chintaman Ramchandra Devadhar

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