The most beautiful creation of God is woman.
Painters have glorified the charms of women
With paint on canvas and poets with hearts soft
Have penned with a feathered quill
About the grace of the contours of a woman’s body.
When the fruit grows, the petals fall off
And when a girl grows, a woman comes into being
With beautiful round breasts to mesmerize her lover.
Who is the man who hasn’t drunk his mother’s milk?
All men have got wisdom from her milk.
Velvety to touch, breasts speak entrancingly
Of the hidden desires of a woman,
Simultaneously arousing the fiery acts
In a lover’s heart who knew not what love is
Until he held the breasts of his woman
Softly in his hands, feeling that
All the treasures of the world are hidden in them.
Seeing a woman’s breasts makes the lover
Come out from behind the veil of illusion.
He liberates himself from his self-imposed prison,
He sees love, he sees light, he sees truth.
Drunk with love, with grace feline,
His kisses fall on the breasts of his beloved,
Like dew falls on grass green.
Face to face with love and passion incarnate,
He listens to the tinkling of her bangles
Soothed by the glow of the candles.
Listening to the clinking of her anklets,
He surrenders to the Goddess of his love.