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This young woman is floating on me, my lady of the house, like a swarm of geese on a lake; but you have found a permanent abode in it and dwell inside me like the stalk of a lotus in a lake.

Now the thief is blessing your breasts, lovely girl! When your garment slipped off them, the night-watchman’s arms trembled violently and sweat began to run down them, and he could escape his grip.*

You young mango bud! You were plucked by my friend, so that you could see her chest as she raised her arm; never mind, the obtainment of the highest place is your bright future.*

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Your necklace, lovely girl, makes my heart all dizzy, just like a rope-bridge in a wild mountainous country: it is dangling from the lofty peaks of your breasts and raised again by your hips, while it spans the impass of your middle.

The many stars shine in the vicinity of the playful moon’s digit, as if they were drops of nectar exuding from the bow wielded by Kama.*

You brought me the lover who did not know the right time; you took away my damned sulking; at the very beginning of our making love, you went away, night!—like a messenger woman.