The Nude

Ornate but nude,

She has put all her glories on,

Her radiance drives out the dark,

Her beauty has filled wide space,

Its depths and heights!!

Toned breasts filled with passion and ardour,

She is full of splendour,

She is the nymph,

Dwelling 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

Prolonged 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 hairs in the plumage of the peacock,

And in the tiny ripples of the river,

I eye her sidelong glances,

But alas, my concubine,

My dearest,

Nowhere do I find your whole likeness!!