When my face turned toward his, I averted it and looked at my feet. When my ears clamored to hear his talk, I stopped them. When my cheeks broke out in sweat and goosebumps, I covered them with my hands. But Friends, when the seams of my bodice burst in a hundred places, what could I do?
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. 11, Motilal Banarsidass (1983).