Love
Epigram XXIII
Translated by Paul Elmer More (1898) · From A Century of Indian Epigrams (1898)
Fair is her body as a lonely river
Whereon the moonbeams quiver;
About her waist three furrows in a row,
Like circling billows, go.
And there two swans their snowy plumage lave.
Soft riding on the wave;
There water-lilies nodding — 't is her brow,
A whiter flower. — O Thou
That shudderest in this sea of life to sink,
Beware that river-brink:
Lo, in the darkness, in the depths, there dwell
Monsters unnamable.
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