Sexual Life in Ancient India: A Study in the Comparative History of Indian Culture v2.c20.94

v2.c20.94

As in the time of the spring moon sweet scents
Are wafted ¹ from the forest, when 'tis stirred by the wind's
breath,
So from him are wafted the purest of sweet scents,
When the wind fans him, father dear.
And his tresses hang down well tied,
Parted in two, curling on the forehead ;
His ears are decked with fair things,
They seem as many-coloured cakravāka-birds.
One thing more : With his right hand he held
A round fruit of many colours ;
So soon as the wondrous-shaped thing reached
The ground it flew up high again.
And as he hit it, he moved in a circle
And waved like the wind-stirred tree.
I gazed on him as on a son of the gods,
And, O father, utmost joy and delight was mine.
He took me by the tresses, lowered
His mouth to me, set mouth to mouth ; thus
A sound he did make, ever clasping me anew ;
This brought me shuddering blissful delight.
He heeds not water for his feet,
Nor these my offered fruits.
He said unto me : ‘ This my vow demands.’
And other fruits he gave me.
With those fruits cannot be compared
The fruits which until now I've tasted.
The peel, too, is not like those,
The flesh is not as the flesh of those fruits.
And wondrous-good water to drink
He gave me, who is so nobly made ;
The utmost bliss, when I had drunk it,
Filled me, the earth to totter seemed.
And those are his many-coloured, scented garlands,
Fair-woven, O father, with strips of ribbon ;
He strewed them here around, and with asceticism
Shining, he then went to his own abode.