Seventh Century
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“With its frame of shaking curls all in disarray,
earrings swinging,
make-up smudged by beads of sweat,
eyes languid at the end of lovemaking,
may the face of the slim girl
whos riding on top of you
protect you long.
Whats the use
of Vi.s».n»u, iva, Skanda,
and all those other gods?”
—Amaru (c. seventh century A.D.)
“When my lover came to bed,
the knot came untied
all by itself.
My dress,
held up by the strings of a loosened belt,
barely stayed on my hips.
Friend,
thats as much as I know now.
When he touched my body,
I couldnt at all remember
who he was,
who I was,
or how It was.”
—Amaru (c. seventh century A.D.)
“Grovelling,
intimate words,
heart-stealing flattery,
a tight embrace
of my thinner-than-thin body,
violent kisses all over
obviously,
getting angry is worth the risk,
but even still,
Im not interested.
My lover
is dear to my heart,
so how could I be like that
on purpose?”
—Amaru (c. seventh century A.D.)
“Tired,
she looked up the path
her lover would take
as far as her eyes could see.
On the roads,
traffic ceased
at the end of day
as night slid over the sky.
The travellers pained wife
took a single step towards home,
said, Could he not have come at this instant?
and quickly craning her neck around,
looked up the path again.”
—Amaru (c. seventh century A.D.)
“Expecting me to grovel,
she carefully covers both feet
with the hem of her skirt.
She pretends to hide
a coming smile
and wont look straight at me.
When I talk to her,
she chats with her friend
in cross tones.
Even this slim girls rising anger
delights me,
let alone her deep love.”
—Amaru (c. seventh century A.D.)