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She of the languid, doe-soft eyes, her limbs with skin like the white lotus (puṇḍarīka), who on the full-moon night sat down close by — seeing her clad in raiment of pigeon-red, that day I thought two full moons had risen.
When she looks upon me, alluring me with her thick-curving lashes, so beautiful and graceful, stretching in languor she carries off my very mind, like a kiṃpurisī born upon a mountain in the forest.
For then that stately, golden-hued woman, decked with jeweled earrings, clad in but a single garment, gazes like a startled doe.
When will she of the copper-red nails, of lovely down, her soft arms smeared with essence of sandalwood, her fingers rounded, of graceful and artful charm — when will that woman, fair from her head downward, caress me?
When will the daughter of Tirīṭi, her breast veiled in a net of gold, slender of waist, clasp me with her soft arms, as a māluvā creeper clasps a tree sprung up in the great forest?
When will she whose fair skin glows red as lac-dye, her breasts rounded like drops, her limbs with skin like the white lotus, bring her mouth close to my mouth, as a tippler proffers to a tippler the bowl of liquor?
From the moment I saw her standing there, delightful in every limb, from then on I understand nothing at all of my own mind.
Ummādantī have I seen, decked with jeweled earrings; I sleep not by day or by night, like one who has lost a thousand.
If Sakka were to grant me a boon — and might that boon be won by me! — for one night or for two might I be Abhipāraka; and having taken my delight with Ummādantī, might I then be the king of Sivi (again).
English translation from the Pali (Siam Raṭṭha edition) — under review, not for citation.