Читать книгу Seven Hundred Elegant Verses - Govardhana - Страница 49

Blather on all you like, it’s what is to be expected of you. But why bother to lie, you scoundrel? My friend is a disgrace to womankind, that she still craves to live, you lucky man.*

Knife coated with honey! Out of delusion I tasted you and, alas, when I had experienced the sweetness of your sur- face ⋮ mouth I found out how well you know to cut one’s tongue!*

Fortunate girl, what lucky man can take hold of your arm, that is slender as a lotus fiber, its bracelet broken by tugging, naturally tender, as if taking possession of the kingdom of Kama, its army shattered by magical attraction spells, with its refined subjects?

You have climbed up high, disregarding the oppressive heat, and are displaying yourself; you captivate me, just as a sail that takes the wind moves a ship along, you lovely girl.

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Your wages, hound of the hunter, are exhaustion and doing injury to others; this deer will now be distributed among others and you will be driven away!*

This deer here, pretending to let itself be caught, leads the young traveler to the girl guarding the field, because it is eager to eat the tender ears of the kalama rice.*