I am that same willing girl and these two anklets are the same two that went to men for sex. I am the one who's poor now among us womenfolk, our natural-born modesty being our wealth. So, when I straddled him, ashamed when my memory came back, I panicked and recognized my own slender body. First I gave up my masculine ways. Then I gave up on him.
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. 89, Motilal Banarsidass (1983).