Bathing at the village

Bathing at the village

Voluptuous fair beauty
revealed and concealed
By the wet red petticoat
tied over your breast,

You wade through the lake,
Each fingertip leaving a wake.

The child of the village
has returned a woman -
Vermillion on the forehead,
the hair is untied.

The scented flower carpet
is romancing the wind,
The koel in the mangoes
is cooing in earnest.