by Alexander Duncan
O girl long of thigh,
Possess me with your limpid eye,
Let me lose myself in your embrace,
O maid.
I shall emblaze
This yearning spark
To perfect flaming.
All beings arise,
Delighting in the curls of her hair,
And give gifts to the saints.
(translated from the Pali)
From:
Conversations with the Buddha
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2021 by Alexander Duncan
Last updated November 21, 2021