Summary Cloud-Herald

Summary Cloud-Herald

Kalidasa
Cloud-Herald
A certain yakshas, ​​a demigod of the suite of the wealth god and the ruler of the northern mountains of Kubera, exiled by his master for some offense far to the south, at the end of summer, when all who are out of the house, especially yearning for their loved ones, sees a lonely cloud in the scorching sky. He decides to convey with him a message of love and comfort to his wife, who is waiting for him in the capital of Kubera, Alak. Turning to the cloud with a request to become his messenger, the yaksha describes the path by which he can reach Alaka, and in each picture of the landscape, mountains, rivers and cities of India he reflects, one way or another, the love, longing and hopes of the yakshi himself. According to the exile, the cloud (in Sanskrit

this word is masculine) in the country Dasharna will “drink in a kiss” the waters of the river Vetravati, “similar to a frowning maiden”; in the mountains of Vindhya, “hearing his thunder, in the flashing of white fish on the smooth surface of the Gambhira River; will enjoy the sight of the Ganges, which, streaming over the head of Lord Shiva and caressing his hair-waves with his hair, makes the wife of Shiva Parvati jealous. in the flashing of white fish on the smooth surface of the Gambhira River; will enjoy the sight of the Ganges, which, streaming over the head of Lord Shiva and caressing his hair-waves with his hair, makes the wife of Shiva Parvati jealous.
At the end of the path the cloud will reach the Kailasa mountain in the Himalayas and see Alaku “reclining on the slope of this mountain, like a virgin in the arms of a lover.” The beauties of Alaka, according to the yakshas, ​​shine with their faces with the lightning that shines the cloud, their decorations resemble a rainbow cloud encircling the cloud, the singing of the inhabitants and the sound of their tambourines to the thunder, and the towers and the upper terraces of the city, like a cloud, float high in the sky air. There, not far from the palace of Kubera, the cloud will notice the house of the Yakshi itself, but
for all its beauty, now, without the master, it will seem as gloomy as the sun-drenched day lotuses withered on sunset. Yaksha asks the cloud with a cautious flash of lightning to glance into the house and find there his beloved, faded, true, like a virgin autumn rainy, mourning, like a lone duck-chakravaka in separation from her husband. If she is asleep, let the cloud at least for a part of the night to moderate its rumble: perhaps, she dreams a sweet moment of meeting with her husband. And only the next morning, refreshing her with a gentle breeze and life-giving drops of rain, the cloud must give her the message of a yakshi.
In the very message, the yakshas informs his wife that he is alive, complains that his image is everywhere: “her mill is in flexible vines, her eyes are in the eyes of timorous deer, the beauty of her face is in the moon, her hair is decorated with flowers – in bright tails peacocks, eyebrows – in the waves of the river “- but it does not find its full resemblance anywhere. Spouting their sadness and sadness, remembering the happy days of their intimacy, the Yaksha encourages his wife with her confidence that soon they will see, for the term of the curse of Kubera expires. Hoping that his message will serve as a beloved consolation, he begs the cloud, passing it, to return as soon as possible and bring with him the news of a wife with whom he never mentally leaves, just as a cloud does not separate from his girlfriend – a lightning.


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Summary Cloud-Herald