Note 1 — Chapter LXXXIV · (Vetála 10.)

In the meanwhile the cold-rayed moon ascended the great eastern mountain, as it were the roof of a palace, and the nymph of the eastern quarter smiled, touched by his finger. Then, though the darkness was still embracing his beloved herbs in the mountain caves and the bees were settling on another cluster of kumudas, a certain thief saw Madanasená, as she was going along alone at night, and rushing upon her, seized her by the hem of her garment. He said to her, “Who are you, and where are you going?” When he said this, she, being afraid, said, “What does that matter to you? Let me go; I have business here.” Then the thief said, “How can I, who am a thief, let you go?” Hearing that, she replied, “Take my ornaments.” The thief answered her, “What do I care for those gems, fair one? I will not surrender you, the ornament of the world, with your face like the moonstone, your hair black like jet, your waist like a diamond,1 your limbs like gold, fascinating beholders with your ruby-coloured feet.”