283. His dark color is like mass of clouds,
his face is beautiful like a red lotus,
and his dark curly hair falls on His face like the bees that
swarm the lotus
When he plays his flute,
the herd of deer, fascinated with his music, forgets to graze and
chew and the grass that they have eaten hangs from their mouths
Not swaying from side to side,
they stand motionless as if they were painted pictures.
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(The words may be rearranged to facilitate conversion from poetry to prose (Aṉvayam). Please read the meanings (in black) continuously to form the sentence and understand the simplified meaning based on the Divyārtha Dīpikai for the verse.)