The Buddha-Carita or The Life of Buddha by Ven. Aśvaghoṣa

Buddha-carita, or The Life of Buddha - 103
iti prayāṇa bahudhaivamadbhuta niśamya tāstasya mahātmanaḥ striyaḥ |
pranaṣṭaśokā iva vismaya yayurmanojvara pravrajanāttu lebhire || 8.50
50. Having thus heard the history of the prince’s departure, so marvellous in many
ways, those women, as though losing their grief, were filled with wonder, but they
again took up their distress at the thought of his becoming an ascetic.
viṣādapāriplavalocanā tataḥ pranaṣṭapotā kurarīva duḥkhitā |
vihāya dhairya virurāva gautamī tatāma caivāśrumukhī jagāda ca || 8.51
51. With her eyes filled with the tears of despondency, wretched like an osprey who
has lost her young, — Gautamī abandoning all self-control wailed aloud, — she
fainted, and with a weeping face exclaimed:
mahormimato mdavo ’sitāḥ śubhāḥ pthakpthagmūlaruhāḥ samudgatāḥ |
praceritāste bhuvi tasya mūrdhajā naredramaulīpariveṣṭanakṣamāḥ || 8.52
52. ‘Beautiful, soft, black, and all in great waves, growing each from its own special
root, — those hairs of his are tossed on the ground, worthy to be encircled by a royal
diadem.
pralababāhurmgarājavikramo mahārṣabhākṣaḥ kanakojjvaladyutiḥ |
viśālavakṣā ghanadudubhisvanastathāvidho ’pyāśramavāsamarhati || 8.53
53. ‘With his long arms and lion-gait, his bull-like eye, and his beauty bright like gold,
his broad chest, and his voice deep as a drum or a cloud, should such a hero as this
dwell in a hermitage?
abhāginī nūnamiya vasudharā tamāryakarmāṇamanuttama prati |
gatastato ’sau guṇavān hi tādśo npaḥ prajābhāgyaguṇaiḥ prasūyate || 8.54
54. ‘This earth is indeed unworthy as regards that peerless doer of noble actions, for
such a virtuous hero has gone away from her, — it is the merits and virtues of the
subjects which produce their king.
sujātajālāvatatāgulī mdū nigūḍhagulphau viṣapuṣpakomalau |
vanātabhūmi kaṭhinā katha nu tau sacakramadhyau caraṇau gamiṣyataḥ
|| 8.55
55. ‘Those two feet of his, tender, with their beautiful web spread between the toes,
with their ankles concealed, and soft like a blue lotus, — how can they, bearing a
wheel marked in the middle, walk on the hard ground of the skirts of the forest?