Ornate but nude, she had put all her glories on,
Her immense radiance drives out the dark,
Her beauty has filled wide space, its depths, and heights!!
Toned breasts filled with erotica and ardour,
The maiden is full of splendour.
She is the nymph, dwells in the lovely mansion,
Whose crystal terrace reflects the stars like flowers.
She drinks the wine of love distilled from the magic trees,
While drums beat softly, deeper than the thunder.
I beheld her when the wind prolongs the
Shrill melodious cry of the cranes,
fragrant at early dawn from the scent of the opening lotus.
I still see her body in the sinuous creeper,
Her gaze in the startled eyes of the deer.
Her cheek in the moon,
Her hair in the plumage of peacocks,
And in the tiny ripples of the river,
I see her sidelong glances,
But alas, my dearest,
Nowhere do I find her whole likeness!!