THEN he dreamed of Madhupamanjarí, all night long, and in the morning he rose before the sun, and went out. And as he stood listening to the joyous cries of the chakrawáka and his mate, meeting in the morning after a night of separation, the chétí came towards him through the trees, holding in her hand berries of the shríphala. And she said: My mistress sends her lord, by these unworthy
41:p Shríphala; i.e. the fruit of the goddess of beauty and good fortune.