Encyclopaedia of Sanskrit subhāṣitas 332

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In her body is the fire of the fever of Anaṅga; in her eye, the mark of meditation; / life is in her throat; her cheek rests long on the sprout of her hand; / the lute is on her shoulder; sandalwood on the slope of her breasts; silence in her speech; / everything of hers has taken its stand thus—yet her mind, without you, rests nowhere at all.