human
Tara, O my life! O my child! he cried passionately,
gpt
Thou canst not touch her now without defilement, one said, who knew him.
human
She is sutee, O Vyas Shastree, and pure from thy touch, even; she is bathed and dressed for the sacrifice.
gpt
Tara, Tara! gasped the unhappy man, not heeding the words.
human
Tara, come forth--come; I, thy father, call thee! O my child, do not delay; come, we will go away--far away, to the Mother----