When my lover came to bed, the knot came untied all by itself. My dress, held up by the strings of a loosened belt, barely stayed on my hips. Friend, that's as much as I know now. When he touched my body, I couldn't at all remember who he was, who I was, or how It was.
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. 101, Motilal Banarsidass (1983).