Childhood and youth are mingled both.
Her eyes have taken the road to her ears:
Wily are her words, and her low laugh
As if the moon appeared on earth.
She takes a mirror to array herself.
And asks: what is the game of love, my dear ?
How many times she secretly regards her bosom,
Smiling to see her breasts !
First like a jujube, then like an orange, -
Love day by day enfolds her limps:
O Madhava, I saw a girl surpassing fair,
Childhood and youth were one in her!
Said Vidyapati : Oh foolish maid,
The wise would say, The twain have met.
......................Vidyapati Thakur.
Her eyes have taken the road to her ears:
Wily are her words, and her low laugh
As if the moon appeared on earth.
She takes a mirror to array herself.
And asks: what is the game of love, my dear ?
How many times she secretly regards her bosom,
Smiling to see her breasts !
First like a jujube, then like an orange, -
Love day by day enfolds her limps:
O Madhava, I saw a girl surpassing fair,
Childhood and youth were one in her!
Said Vidyapati : Oh foolish maid,
The wise would say, The twain have met.
......................Vidyapati Thakur.
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