Sāhitya

The complete six stanzas of the national song, read the way a Sanskrit text is meant to be read -- word-split, prose order, word-by-word gloss, purport and commentary -- followed by the hundred and fifty year quarrel over which of them a nation is allowed to sing.

Two thousand years ago, in a corner of South India, a body of secular love poetry was produced that has never been surpassed.

The most celebrated poet in classical Sanskrit literature wrote a famous opening line about a king and a deer. What it teaches.

Siva struck his drum fourteen times at the close of the dance. What fell out was an alphabet, a grammar, and a cosmogony - and the tradition has never agreed to separate the three.

Māgha's twenty-canto masterwork — the densest jewel of the pañca-mahākāvya — read verse by verse in Sanskrit, IAST, padaccheda and English, with Mallinātha's Sarvaṅkaṣā as spine and a running exposition of its plot, its ornament, and its unrivalled verbal craft.

The one Sanskrit play where the kings are minor characters and the poor are not — Sudraka's Mrcchakatika read through thirteen of its verses, from the opening benediction to the closing blessing, with full mula, anvaya, padartha, and translation.

కాళిదాస మహాకవి కావ్యశిల్పంలో ఒక సూక్ష్మ దృష్టి — యక్షుని విరహ-బాధను లోకధర్మ-సత్యంగా మార్చిన అలంకార-ప్రయోగం