Nights of jasmine & thunder,
wind in the tangled kadamba trees-
nothing has changed.
Spring comes again and we've
simply grown older.
In the cane groves of Narmada River
he deflowered my
girlhood before we were
And I grieve for those far-away nights
we played at love
by the water.
- Shilabhattarika, 9th century (translation from the Sanskrit by Andrew Schelling)