CAURAPANCASIKA ( Phantasies of a Love-thief)  (1) Even now, I regret her- gleaming in garlands of gold champac flowers, her lotus face blossoming, the line of down delicate at her waist, her body trembling and eager for love when she wakes from sleep- magic I lost somehow in recklessness.  (2) Even now, if I see her again, her full moon face, lush new youth, swollen breasts, passion's glow, body pained by fire from love's arrow- I'll quickly cool her limbs!  (3) Even now, If I see her again, a lotus-eyed girl weary from bearing her own heavy breasts- I'll crush her in my arms and drink her mouth like a madman, a bee insatiably drinking a lotus!  (4) Even now, I remember her in love. Her body was weak with fatigue, swarms of curling hair fell on pale cheeks. As if to keep between us the secret of our guilt, her soft arms clung like vine on my neck.  (5) Even now, I remember her: deep eyes' glittering pupils dancing wildly in love's vigil, a wild goose in our lotus bed of passion- her face bowed deep with shame at dawn.  (6) Even now, if I see her again, wide-eyed, fevered from long parting- I'll lock her tight in my limbs, close my eyes, and never leave her!  (7) Even now, I remember her holding the reins in our wild dance of love, moon lusture lighting her face, her body trembling with passion- delicate, bent by lush breasts and heavy hips, dancing manteled in a mane of flying hair.  (8) Even now, I remember her lying in bed, spreading perfume of musk mixed with sandalwood oils- her seductive eyes' lashes playing like a pair of mating birds caressing each others' bills.  (9) Even now, I remember the wine-smeared lips she innocently licked in love, her weak form, her wanton long eyes, her body rubbed golden with saffron paste and musk, her mouth savorous with camphor and beetle nut.  (10) Even now, at the end, I remember my love's face colored with shining saffron powder, covered with sweat drops, with love-weary tremulous eyes- a moon disc released by the demon of eclipse. (11) Even now, my mind dwells on the night my sneezing awoke the princess. Flustered, she refused to say "Jiveti-Long life!" Silently, she put a lucky golden leaf on her ear. (12) Even now, I remember my love's face: golden earrings grazing her cheeks in her striving to take the man's role, beads of sweat strewn thick like pearls from the toil of her rhythmic swinging.  (13) Even now, I remember her bold bent glance, her graceful limbs stretching in pleasure, her voluptuous breasts' curve bared by slipping clothes, her lips bruised with marks of my teeth.  (14) Even now, I remember my love: hands painted red like young leaves of asoka, tips of breasts caressed by ropes of pearls, pale cheeeks freshened by hidden smiles her languorous wild goose gait.  (15) Even now, I remember the marks my nails left on her sandelwood powdered thigh-  gold-streaked cloth I snatched when she rose was clutched in shame as she pulled away.  (16) Even now, I remember in secret her kohl-lined longing eyes, flower-heavy plaited hair, vermilion lips framing her teeth's pearl lusture, arms bound by golden bracelets. (17) Even now, I remember in secret her braid's loosened ties, wilted garlands, necter-sweet smiling lips, strands of pearls caressing luscious swollen breasts, and longing looks.  (18) Even now, I brood on her- when streaks of light from jeweled lamps broke the darkness in her white pavillion, I seized the chance to stare at her in secret- her eyes were pained with shame and fear.  (19) Even now, I remember her, a fragile fawn-eyed girl, her body burning with fires of parted love, ready for my passion- a beauty moving like a wild goose, bringing me rich ornaments.  (20) Even now, I remember my love gently laughing, bent by heavy breasts, dazzling in ropes of pearls- a banner of open blossoms flown by flower-armed Love high on the mountain of passion.  (21) Even now, I remember a hundred flatteries spoiling the sense of her words when she trembled in exhaution after love- the sweet words came in jumbled sounds she whispered faintly, timidly spoke. (22) Even now, I remember her eyes restlessly closed after love, her slender body limp, fine clothes and heavy hair loose- a wild goose in a thicket of lotuses of passion. I'll recall in my next life and even at the end of time!  (23)  More when I have some time!