[2485] Who are you, shining like lightning, like the morning star,
with ornate adornments on your arms, wearing jeweled earrings,
in radiance like the sun, fragrant with golden sandalwood,
a maiden with shapely, close-set thighs, abounding in wiles, lovely to behold?
Slender, soft, and clean, your feet are evenly planted;
your movements are full of allure — they quite carry away my mind.
Tapering, too, are your thighs, comparable to an elephant's trunk;
smooth are your fine hips, like a board for dice.
Your navel, like the filaments of a blue lotus, is beautifully set;
from afar it shows as though filled with black collyrium.
Twin-born upon your chest, stalkless, swelling finely forth,
your breasts, bearers of milk, unsagging, are like halves of a gourd.
Long is your neck, gleaming like the surface of a conch, like an antelope's;
and lovely is that which is screened by the white [teeth], the likeness of the fourth sense-faculty [the tongue].
With tips above and tips below, polished by the tooth-stick's tip,
twice-grown, arisen without flaw, your teeth are fair to behold.
Dark, red at their corners, like jequirity berries,
both long and wide, your eyes are fair to behold.
Not too long, well-smoothed, dressed with a comb of gold,
the hair that grows upon your head is fragrant with sandalwood.
As far as ploughing and cattle-keeping extend, as far as the course of merchants,
and the striving of seers, restrained men of austerity —
I see none who is your equal in this circle of the earth.
Who are you, or whose son are you? How may we know you?
English translation from the Pali (Siam Raṭṭha edition) — under review, not for citation.