The Pre-marital love
A goddess, a rare peahen or a woman Decked with jewels?' My heart is amazed! She returns my look with looks that strike Like darts of an armed angel. I never knew yama before, but now I realize That it is feminine and has warring eyes. She may have that feminine grace But her look sucks life out of men who gaze. Is it death's dart, or eye's beams, or fawn's glance? Her look has all these three. It’s only when her callous eyebrows bend and veil her eyes That my heart’s flutters cease. Like the veil over the face of a rutting elephant Is the vest that veils her buxom breasts. Ah, there goes all my might which foes dread in fight, When I face her brows beaming bright! What use are jewels to a damsel Adorned with modesty and meek looks of a hind? Wine delights only when imbibed, But never at mere look like love!