5
   Trembling with awakened love
   they dart off,
   then contract into two moist buds.
   An instant they shamelessly stare,
   a moment glisten with shy indirection.
   Dear girl so artless—
   who is it you look at
   as though the feverish spell lodged
   in your heart
   had rushed to your eyes?
   6
   Why weep in silence
   striking aside
   angry tears with your fingernails?
   When spurred by cheap gossip this fit
   gets completely out of hand,
   your lover will
   tire and grow grim and indifferent.
   Then your tears will break
   violently,
   out of control.
   7
   You provided love,
   you touched her
   intimately for a long time.
   Now in a fatal twist
   you’ve inflicted the most savage wound.
   Tender words can’t assuage
   her unbearable jealousy.
   Our friend needs to cry now—
   grief has
   unlocked her throat.
   8
   Your lover sits
   dejected
   scratching figures in the dirt outside.
   Your friends won’t eat
   their eyes are swollen from crying.
   There’s no silly chatter from the
   household parrots
   and you’re a wreck.
   Stubborn one, isn’t it
   time to quit
   sulking?
   9
   Women of intrepid
   charm
   can’t be stopped—
   they’ll even steal what they want.
   Why be timid? Tears cannot bring
   satisfaction.
   You want him,
   he’s hungry for sexual pleasure—
   try some crudely explicit suggestion
   and make
   him your own.
   10
   She binds him
   in her arms
   pliant as tendrils.
   It happened again.
   Stammering in front of her friends
   she draws him into the bedroom,
   his misconduct apparent.
   Lucky man—
   the crying girl playfully strikes him
   he laughs and denies
   everything.
   11
   Don’t those who depart
   always return?
   Sweet creature, you fret and are
   wasting away….
   I stammered through tears.
   She stared blankly
   swallowing her own emotion.
   Shame lay across her dark pupils.
   Then a dry desperate laugh
   said it all—
   she intended to die.
   12
   Forcing my face
   from his
   I glared at his feet.
   Desperate for his voice I closed
   my ears, even hid the
   sweat on my cheeks with my palms.
   But friends, what could I do—?
   Where my thin top
   gathers my breasts a hundred
   stitches had split.
   13
   After the first watch,
   the middle,
   or is it toward dusk you return?
   Not gone the whole day?
   Words choked with emotion she
   stalls his departure.
   And he’s intent
   on a district
   a hundred days off.
   14
   We were making love
   when something hurt. I cried
   get away!
   He tore himself
   from the bed and departed.
   Impetuous, pitiless, he tramples on romance—
   but my heart
   craves him shamelessly,
   what do I do?
   15
   All night the two of them
   exchanged
   intimate words—
   now dawn
   the household parrot
   chatters it out to the in-laws.
   She slips a ruby
   from her ear, mortified,
   into the parrot’s beak—
   it could be a pomegranate seed—
   and stifles the
   unguarded cries.
   16
   Stupidly, out of
   sheer wickedness—
   my face turned in grief—
   you embrace me.
   What does cheating get?
   It comes down to this—
   your chest
   streaked with tawny
   paste from your girlfriend’s breasts
   now smudged with
   oil from my braid ends.
   17
   Rising to greet him—
   still far off—
   she avoided sharing a couch.
   When he reached for her
   off she ran for betel-nut leaf.
   Nor could he speak to her
   so diligent was she
   to the servants’ instructions.
   Shrewd girl, every courtesy
   applied just
   to get back at him.
   18
   Rascal,
   he slips behind his two
   seated lovers.
   A playful advance—
   he covers the eyes of one—
   then turning his neck
   kisses the other.
   A deep erotic thrill goes through
   her cheeks
   the flush of a
   secret smile.
   19
   When she’d been icy he
   dropped at her feet.
   But accused of cheating in secret
   he bristled and
   left. She exhaled audibly
   both hands on her breasts
   and glanced
   through moist eyes at
   her girlfriends.
   20
   Why is this enchanted
   creature asleep,
   a sash fastened over her robe?
   He was softly querying
   the servants
   when she cried bitterly
   Mother, he disrupts my dreams even here!
   and turned as if
   sleeping to make room
   on the couch.
   21
   Each turned aside
   on the bed
   silently suffering
   secretly hoping to reconcile but
   afraid to lose face.
   At some point their furtive eyes met—
   there was a quick
   unintentional laugh and the
   quarrel broke
   in one wild embrace.
   22
   Thinking I’d see how
   she took it
   I put on a hard implacable look.
   Why can’t this snake even talk to me—?
   said the glare on her face.
   Charming stand-off
   eyeing each other warily.
   When I gave a cautious
   smile she lost her nerve and broke
   into tears.
   23
   In bed he whispers
   the wrong name.
   She feels her youthful enthusiasm wilt
   and curls coldly away
   from excuses.
   
He falls silent.
   And she turning back softly
   eyes him—
   Don’t go to sleep.
   24
   Why fall at my feet?
   You can’t hide
   the unguent from her nipples
   streaking your chest.
   Where? I said rising quickly—
   and to rub it away
   took her fiercely. Rough
   pleasure—
   the slender creature
   forgot everything.
   25
   Your eyes enchant me.
   Remove this camisole and
   take my glamorized heart
   captive.
   He fingered her
   knotted braid as he spoke.
   Delighted by radiant
   eyes and quick smile of their friend—
   perched at the end of her bed—
   the other ladies with soft
   excuses
   withdrew.
   26
   Scowling I knot up
   my forehead
   but this traitorous eye shamelessly lifts.
   I refuse words but
   my rebellious face softens.
   Make a stone of my heart
   and on its own
   this aroused body tingles.
   Anger just
   can’t keep its grip
   when that boy
   comes into view.
   27
   The lord of her heart
   made some
   injurious remark.
   Lacking the counsel of friends
   she could not compose her bewildered
   body or phrase
   a slant reply.
   Blue eye petals darting about
   she just wept—
   tears on bright cheekbones
   locks of stray hair.
   28
   Now I know everything.
   Please go. Talking is pointless.
   You don’t bear the
   slightest blame,
   fate has simply turned from me.
   Since your so abundant love
   comes to this
   what pain could I experience
   if hateful life—
   mere flicker of nature—
   were to go also?
   29
   Milky chatter
   of pearls
   at your breasts
   over your belly a jangling belt
   gemstones clattering along your trim ankles.
   If you set off with a drum roll
   to meet your lover
   why do you tremble, child—
   as though every
   slight shadow
   might catch you?
   30
   Dawn after dawn
   our lovemaking
   took the sleep from my eyes.
   A weight lifted.
   For once my heart felt light.
   Now what have you done?
   Go—you are foolish and miserable
   and death no longer scares me.
   One day you may hear
   down which road
   I’ve decided to go.
   31
   My bracelets are gone.
   Tears, those sweet friends, departed forever.
   Courage left instantly
   and my heart
   went fastest of all.
   They set off in concert
   when my beloved decided
   to leave.
   You should go too, life—
   why lag behind that troop
   of dear comrades?
   32
   He sleeps, dear,
   you should sleep too.
   My girlfriends withdrew and
   a wild hunger
   consumed me. I pressed
   my mouth to his.
   But he was already aroused—
   I felt it—he’d shut his eyes
   to deceive us!
   How shy I got—
   but he dispelled it with touches
   the late
   hour warranted.
   33
   Those days a slanted brow
   meant anger,
   silence a quarrel,
   two smiles forgiveness.
   Grace was held in
   a glance.
   Look at the wreckage
   that’s come of love.
   You at my feet groveling,
   me thrashing about
   in frustrated anger.
   34
   Sweetheart, please speak.
   Look at me
   collapsed at your feet.
   Your anger never gets this bad—
   He was pleading.
   She winced, jerked her tearful
   eyes aside
   and said nothing.
   35
   Her breasts
   flattened against me
   her flesh seemed to ripple,
   at her thighs the sheer
   silk parted.
   I heard a mute don’t—
   don’t—this is enough for me—
   did she sleep, did she die then?
   sink into my heart?
   completely dissolve?
   36
   She averts a well-bred face
   when her lord
   fingers her skirt.
   He moves to enfold her,
   she extracts
   her limbs mildly.
   Caught wordless,
   eyeing the conspiratorial smiles
   of her bridesmaids,
   at a first joke the girl
   nearly perishes.
   37
   No kindness no word
   of endearment
   could soothe her bruised pride.
   All day long
   her heart strangled.
   Two faces averted but
   who can say how
   the sidelong glance meets?
   A smile
   a quick laugh
   and indignation was
   banished.
   38
   Love’s bond is broken.
   The heart’s high
   passion has waned.
   Even truth is a ghost
   when that man
   walks past like someone unknown.
   Days long vanished rise up
   dear friend to haunt me
   and why this heart
   doesn’t split into a hundred shards
   who can tell?
   39
   The young lovers,
   bodies a long time aching apart,
   are now reunited.
   How utterly
   new the world seems and the
   long day drifts past unnoticed.
   At nightfall
   they put off
   for later their stories,
   not so their lovemaking.
   40
   With dark eyes
   not blue lotus
   she fashions a welcome garland.
   Petals she strews—
   not various species of jasmine
   but smiles.
   Water she offers from ripe
   moistened breasts
   rather than ceremonial jars.
   With only her own body
   she makes for her
   lover an
   auspicious welcome.
   41
   At twilight today
   he deceived me.
   I’d banished him for some offense
   and he returned in my
   girlfriend’s clothes.
   Na
ive, clasping the imposter,
   I confided how urgently I wanted
   to sleep with him.
   “That will be hard to achieve—”
   A laugh in the
   darkness
   he forcibly took me.
   42
   Suspecting I might
   fall at her feet
   she deftly folds them beneath her skirt
   hides a sly smile
   won’t glance upward.
   To avoid answering she chats
   with a girlfriend. If
   displeased she’s this charming—
   imagine
   her passionate.
   43
   Instructed by servants—
   skilled liars—
   she chatters a quick excuse to her
   skeptical husband.
   Then to perform what the love god requests….
   This is love’s
   inmost enchantment—
   innocence
   adorns it.
   44
   When a lover is faithless
   the eye in an
   instant changes its theme.
   He’s far off, it’s restless,
   he arrives,
   it turns to the side,
   dilates if he speaks,
   reddens when he attempts
   an embrace.
   He clutches her robe and its brow
   twists like a vine.
   He falls to the angry
   woman’s feet
   it wells up with tears.
   45
   Your body so thin
   trembling
   and cheeks pale as ash—?
   When the lord of her life confronts her
   the slim girl says these
   things just happen
   turns and between her eyelashes
   
 
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