Somehow
she
got
through the day
anticipating
the
hundred pleasures of night.
Her
dear one’s returned!
But
now it’s time to enter the bedchamber
and
relatives
won’t
stop their dull conversation.
Mad
with desire the girl finally cries
something bit me
shakes
her skirt fiercely
and
knocks over
- the lamp.
(Amarushataka, Translated from Sanskrit into English
by
Andrew Schelling, Erotic Love Poems from India,
hambhala, London, 2004,
Poem 86)
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