Expecting me to grovel, she carefully covers both feet with the hem of her skirt. She pretends to hide a coming smile and won't look straight at me. When I talk to her, she chats with her friend in cross tones. Even this slim girl's rising anger delights me, let alone her deep love.
Amaru (c. seventh century A.D.), Kashmirian king, compiler, author of some of the poems in the anthology which bears his name. translated from the Amaruataka by Martha Ann Selby, vs. 47, Motilal Banarsidass (1983).