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II. From Bengali

Songs of Bidyapati

XV

As the swan sails, so moved she

Then when her face was lost to me.

As she went, O she turned, she looked, she smiled.

Ah arrows made of Love’s own flower,

O sweet magician! faery power!

No mortal maid but an enchanteress wild.

Her arms, those sweet twin lovelinesses,

Clasped, bent in languorous self-caresses,

Enhaloed had the lustres of her face.

Her fingers slim for Champaks taking,

Love to delicious worship waking,

A moon of autumn with such flowers did bless.

Her careless breasts (O happy lover!)

Their rich defences but half discover

Because of haste when the light robe was worn.

As tho’ by winds that overpower

Clouds in the season of storm and shower,

The hills of heaven thro’ a dim veil made morn.

Vision delightful! shall again

I ease with you my life’s deep pain!

Ah! shall again division’s boundaries break?

The henna that her feet enrosèd

Was fire wherein my heart enclosèd

Did burn and all my limbs to burn did make.

O lovely maiden, hear the speech

These numbers murmur each to each.

My soul since then no ease, no quiet knows.

Ah! shall I ever, fortune, meet her,

The woman than all women sweeter,

The jewel of all beauties that earth owes?