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The field, beautiful with the necklace of gunja berries that has fallen in it, looks as if its heart has broken from grief over the loss of virtue of its own guardian girl.*

“This fellow hit me here, and here!” Thus the shameless wife, pretending outrage, wept and revealed each of her limbs to the man next door, in front of her husband.*

I know that there are three things that always appear completely to reveal their inner contents to the outside world: the wanton woman suggesting she is in love, the poem of a good poet conveying emotion, and a glass vessel revealing the liquid in it.*

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When I look at you, you turn your face away, and never during the day are you kind towards me; even so, it is you alone who removes my affliction, sulking lady! You are like extensive shade that cools one down, facing away from the light, and never facing south during the day.*

How she commands and complains, makes requests and objections, laughs and cries without tears—I can never have enough of mulling over her expertise in making love.

Artless girl, this is not the moment to be angry with your lover: do not nip his love in the bud. The time will come when you can order him about and put your foot on his head. Why are you in such a hurry?