Sexual Life in Ancient India: A Study in the Comparative History of Indian Culture v2.c11.57

v2.c11.57

Blow, O wind, where my beloved tarries,
touch her first, and then me, too.
In thee our bodies touch one another,
in the moon our glances are united.¹
I dive into the waters of the sea
and sleep deep alone;
there love's torments burn not
the sleeper with glowing fire.