They chatter her weakness through the two bazaars — Bilhana

"Love is a god and Rati the dark his bride; But once I found their child and she was fairer, That could so shine. And we were each to each Wonderful and a presence not yet felt In any dream."

"I am to die! yet I remember, dying, My souls delight — my sweet unequalled, love, Like a fresh champaks golden blossom lying, Her smile its opening leaves; and, bright above, Over her sleepful brow those lustrous tresses, Dark-winding down, tangled with loves caresses."

"My thought is all of this gold-tinted kings daughter With garlands tissue and golden buds, Smoke tangles of her hair, and sleeping or waking Feet trembling in love, full of pale languor; My thought is clinging as to a lost learning Slipped down out of the minds of men, Labouring to bring her back into my soul."

"I see her — far face blond like gold, Rich with small lights, and tinted shadows Over and over all of her.... * * * * * * * * Her scented arms Lay like cool bindweed over against my neck. * * * * * * * * When slow rose-yellow moons looked out at night, To guard the sheaves of harvest and mark down The peachs fall, how calm she was and love-worthy! * * * * * * * * The salt of the whispers of my girl, Murmurs of confused colors as we lay near sleep; Little wise words and little witty words, Wanton as water, honied with eagerness."

"My eyes that hurry to see no more are painting, painting Faces of my lost girl. O golden rings, That tap against cheeks of small magnolia leaves, O whitest so soft parchment where My poor divorced lips have written excellent Stanzas of kisses, and will write no more."

"I love long black eyes that caress like silk, Ever and ever sad and laughing eyes, Whose lids make such sweet shadow when they close It seems another beautiful look of hers. I love a fresh mouth, ah, a scented mouth, And curving hair, subtle as a smoke, And light fingers, and laughter of green gems."