[669] Gone from here, great king, is the woman lovely in every limb,
her fair hips like a slab of kosumbha wood, her voice like the mellow call of a swan.
Led away from here, great king, is the woman lovely in every limb,
clad in silk, golden of skin, with a beautiful girdle of pure gold.
Her feet glowing red, the fair one wears a girdle of gold and gems;
her eyes are like a pigeon's, fair is her form, her lips like the bimba fruit, slender her waist.
Well-formed she is, like the stem of a creeper, slim of waist as an altar (vedi);
her hair, long and jet-black, curls slightly at the tips.
Well-formed she is, like a young fawn, like a crest of fire in the winter season;
she is like a river in mountain gorges, fringed over with slender bamboo.
Lovely with thighs like an elephant's trunk, foremost is she, her breasts like timbaru fruits;
neither too tall is she nor too short, neither bare of down nor overly downy.
Surely, Sirivāhana, it is at Nandā's death that you rejoice!
Surely both I and Nandā shall go to the abode of Yama.
English translation from the Pali (Siam Raṭṭha edition) — under review, not for citation.