The monkeys are in among the mangoes.
As for the lovely one, she is emerging from
Under the trees, the trees laden with mangoes
And monkeys. She’s ambling out of the grove
Bearing the nail marks left by the man who
Meets her approval. Yes, they’re clearly there,
As if engraved on cheek and shoulder.
One monkey bolder than his brothers
Pulls at her wrap. Perhaps he confuses
Her breasts for the ripened fruit he adores.
He wants to climb all the way up her,
But all he has done is expose her.
Swatting him as if he were a fly,
She’s rid of the pest, for just
As the first fly contains the seeds of all
The flies to come, were it not for her whisk,
So the first monkey you allow, letting him
Climb your leg to get at your mangoes,
Contains the desires of all the inappropriate
Fellows who would feast on you.
Note that this celestial girl
Is tall as a tree herself, and that a princess
Shelters beneath her, a bit in her shade,
As if protected by an elder sister.
Celestial beauty from Khajuraho, Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam
See also “Shiva and my Songs of Realisation”.