Childhood And Youth

Childhood and youth are mingled both. Her eyes have taken the road to her ears: Wily are her words,and her low laugh As if the moon appeared on earth. She takes a mirror to array herself. And asks:'what is thegame of love ,my dear?' How many times she secretly regards her bosom, Smiling to see her breasts! First like a jujube,then like an orange,- Love day by day enfolds her limbs: O Madhava,I saw a girl surpassing fair, Childhood and youth were one in her! Saith Vidyapati:Oh foolish maid, The wise would say,The twain have met. [Translated by Anand K.Coomarswamy]