Love is sinister, is mean to us in separation; makes our thin bodies thinner. This fellow Death lacks mercy and is good at counting our days. And Master, you, too, are subject to the plague of jealousy so think: how could womenfolk, soft as sprouts, live like this?
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. 67, Motilal Banarsidass (1983).