Vidyapati

Translation of few lines from the 14th century Indian poet (from Mithila)

Dear friend! I could not see her well -

Like thunderbolt passing through cloud, wrapped in veil.

Half her body covered by loose end of her clothing;

Half her face was smiling; her eyes half-sparkling.

Her presence made cupid love struck -

The fair lady moves like a golden vibe of luck.

O God, her beauty trapped me obsessed -

Her pearl-teeth those sensuous lips braced.

Vidyapati laments over his pain in despair,

While eyes cannot satisfy his heart’s desire.

-          Vidyapati