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The Forest of Love

Stalwart as a tree
his deep embrace
squeezes the vine
with branch-like arms.

When I want to sleep
he makes love
the whole night through

Like the bee that lingers on the fragrant jasmine
he sucks my lips....

The forest has burst open with a thousand blooms
The forest has burst open with a thousand blooms
but the bee is enraptured only by
the jasmine
and her honey.

(Vidyapati)

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About Indian Poetry

In the cane groves of Narmada river

Cool thickets

It's spring in the hills of Malaya

Dark smoking heavens

Those arbours of vines

Poems from the Sanskrit

Scarlet betel-nut juice

O friend, there is no end to my joy!

The Forest of Love

Some kiss we want

The Instruments

Dusk

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About the poets

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