The burning embers of your eyes, my love
sun and moon, become
The blackness of your eyes, my love
the dark night enlivened
Diamonds scattered in your silk robe
the star studded night sky
Oh! and your smile
radiant as a flower blossoming
Your heaving bosom
like crashing waves
The sweetness of your voice
Soul-stirring bird song
Thou art a forest goddess my darling
and love fills me to the brim.
Talk not of traditions to me, my love
My passion, it cares but little for laws
If elders blessings we must seek
rites we shall perform
But patience fails me, my love
Perhaps a quick peck on the cheek.
- My translation of Bharathi's Suttum vizhi chudar
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