Sexual Life in Ancient India: A Study in the Comparative History of Indian Culture v2.c20.92

v2.c20.92

“There hither came a chaṣte youth wearing tresses,
Truly not small, not too tall, of good understanding,
Golden his colour, long the lotus eye,
Self-shining like one of the gods,¹
Of perfect shape, beaming like the sun,
His eyes soft and black, his skin bright-gleaming.
Blue-black and shining his long tresses,
Bound in a golden braid, and sweetly scented.
On his neck something, shaped like the runnel,²
Gleams, like lightning in the sky;
Two globes he has beneath the neck,
That have no hair, and ravish high the heart.
Thin is his body by the navel,
And his hips over-great in girth;
From his baṣt garb the girdle gleams forth,
Of gold made, just as mine.
Another thing, wonderful to behold,
Shines on his feet, and sounds;
The hands, too, are twined about by two skeins,
Sharp-tinkling, like unto my rose-wreath.
And when he moves, these gleam
Like in the pond the joy-drunken swans.
His baṣt garment is a wonder to behold.
Ah! mine here is not so fair and splendid.
His face is a wondrous sight to behold.
And what he says refreshes, as it were, the soul;
His voice rings like the cock-koïl’s,
My heart quaked within me, as I listened to it.