THE LOVER’S PARADOX
Of union with her and being away,
Absence I’ll choose any day.
When she’s with me, true, she’s there,
But in her absence, she’s everywhere.
Dharmakīrti
THE SHY BRIDE
Her words are not yet tender with love
Nor, as yet, does she clasp him close
Why, she will not even permit
her hand to be held in his
Her smiling face will not look up at him—
But goosebumps give her joy away.
Kālidāsa
WHEN FRIENDS TALK
How lucky you are to so exclaim
about his face, his smile, and lips’ taste
When my lover’s hands approach my waist
I swear I forget my own name!
Vidyā
THE LAMP
Seeing the young bride– innocent, slender
Embraced tight and tighter still
The lamp, resting on the window sill
Began to tremble and quiver.
Anon
THE SECRET AFFAIR
True, he didn’t mark your breasts with his nails
Necklace is intact, make up carefully kept the same way
He didn’t bite your lips, I’m sure, but these are details
Your blushes are enough, my dear, to give the game away!
Śrīmallakshmaṇasena
NIGHT, THE CHEAT
When my darling was away, you scoundrel, Night!
You stretched to swallow a million days
Now, somehow, he’s back all right
And into the day you sneak away.
Anon
RESPONSE TO AN APOLOGY
Why fall at my feet, my lord, you’re free to do as you please.
So you loved another for a while, you can be at ease
Women’s lords are their lives– they say that’s a fact
Let me apologise, it’s my fault that mine’s intact!
Bhāvadevī
CRUEL IRONY
I wore no garland then
For fear that it would come in the way
Streams and mountains and oceans
Stand between us today
Dharmapāla
A PICK-UP LINE
Pretty girl! On which mountain peak
How long, penance of what technique
Did this little parrot perform to sink
His teeth into this fruit of your lips’ pink?
Dharmakīrti
JUST ONE MORE KISS
She’s walking away
For the night has grown old
And she knows it’s time to leave.
Unfulfilled still, after the countless kisses and eager embraces
Of the night that passed
She turns back, her slender body twisting,
One foot on the ground, another pressing down on the bed,
And kisses her lover again.
Anon
Translator’s Commentary
These verses are extracts from the Śrngāra or erotic section of a Sanskrit verse anthology from the thirteenth century called Saduktikarṇāmṛta, compiled by Ṣrīdharadāsa. Some authors are well known, such as Dharmakīrti, while others are relatively unheard of. The sources of several verses are unknown. The names of the authors, if known, has been mentioned at the end of the verse. The Kālidāsa mentioned here may not be the well-known Sanskrit litterateur, and the verse could be a Kālidāsa apocrypha.
Some of the greatest pleasures of Sanskrit poetry are also the greatest of a translator’s pains. Firstly, classical Sanskrit verse is purposefully compact. With its ability to create compound words (samāsas) at will, a verse of four lines achieves a degree of brevity that translations can only dream of. The compound word ‘priya-viyoga-vipatti-kāle’ in ‘Night, the Cheat’ means, ‘in the time of calamity brought on by separation from my beloved’, but such a translation would be long, cumbersome, and often much more prosaic. I have desisted, therefore, from a literal translation of every word in the source verse.
Secondly, Sanskrit verses are always metrical; and the meters themselves are diverse and enchanting. The meters used by the poet convey the tone by their very rhythm: playful, fierce, or melancholic. The dancing pace of the Drutavilambita metre, for instance, adds to the flirtatious tone in ‘A Pick-Up Line’. This too, is entirely impossible to replicate in the translations.
Thirdly, the section under which each verse appears in the erotic section of the anthology functions as an introduction to the verse and its context and tells us whether the heroine in question is amused or angry; with her husband or a secret lover. Since this is a much shorter extract, I have provided a title to each verse instead, to clarify the context in which it appears and make the meaning clearer. These verses are rich and evocative, and despite the inevitable problems in translating them, they speak out in a multitude of voices about the joys and sorrows of love in all its hues.
Issue 80 (Jul-Aug 2018)