
lovers on a veranda with shamisen…
LOVERS on a veranda with shamisen…
Still I recall her, Golden as a wreath of champaka flowers,
Her full-blown lotus face, Her slender line of down, her limbs confused
By passion, faint from passionate embrace,
I recollect her as she rose from sleep;
Like knowledge carelessness has failed to keep…
Bilhana; the love thief…

LOVERS on a veranda with shamisen…
a meeting of eyes…
the lotos rose, quietly, quietly…
a meeting of eyes…
the lotos rose, quietly, quietly…