THE HUNDRED PLEASURES OF NIGHT

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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