She's just a child, but I'm the one who's fainthearted. She's the woman, but I'm the coward. She bears that high, swollen set of breasts, but I'm the one who's burdened. The heavy hips are hers, but I'm unable to move. It's a wonder how clumsy I've become because of flaws that shelter themselves in another.
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. 34, Motilal Banarsidass (1983).