ABHISARA :THE TRYST by Rabindranath Tagore

"upagupta, the disciple of Buddha ,lay a sleep in

 the dust by the city wall of Mathura.

Lamps were  all out, doors were all shut and stars

were all hidden by the Murky Sky of August.

Whose feet were those tinkling with anklets,

Touching his breast for a sudden?

 he woke up startle, and the light from a women's lamp  fell  on his forgiving eyes.":

EXPLAINATION:- Monk Upagupta ,a disciple  of Lord Buddha was laying  asleep on a dusty Street by the city ball of Mathura. Darkness prevailed everywhere as everyone was a sleep ,there were no lights around and the doors of  the houses wear all shut .As ,it was the month of August there were no stars in the sky as their all hidden "by the Murky Sky."suddenly  the ringing tune of anklets was heard. It was the dancing girl named vasavadatta who appeared with a lamp in her hand there and tripped over Upagupta's body .At this Upagupta awoke abruptly  and saw the beautiful dancer in front of him  He was surprise to see her.

It was vasvadatta the dancing girl, starred with jewels,

Clouded with a pale blue ma,ntal drunk with the wine of a youth 

She lowered her lamps and saw the young face ,

austerly beautiful.

'Forgive me, young acetic,' said the woman, 'Graciously  come to my house .The dusty  earth is

 not a fit bed  for you.'

 The young ascetic answered, ' women go on  your way :

when the time is ripe I will come to you."

Explanation :-  vasavadatta was an exquisite beauty and a vibrant youth. Her body was studded with jewels and she was wearing blue dress. She was extremely proud of  her beauty and her youth .she noticed Upagupta in the light of her  lamp and got extremely intrigued by his austerity. she asked  his  forgiveness for tripping over him and graciously told him not to sleep on the dusty Street but to come to her house. But he politely rejected her by saying when the time is ripe I will come to you.

   Rannida black night suit its teeth in a place of lighting the storm growolade from the corner of the sky and the woman trimbled in fear had not it fast it was evening of a day in April in the spring the branches of the website is there full of blossom only Street