Poetry at Sangam
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Translated by Ashok Shahane
A prostitute
with not even a cloud over her head
I forced myself into her lower abdomen
and saved myself from being tamed
In that lonely vacuum
she polished me like a sword
Her immovable inheritance –
arrows in her quiver
sling and stones
Saved me from being
considered good for nothing
right up to the sterile chaste theorem
the best she could
She turned out to be the only deadly
honest one —
who regarded physique as spirit and
everything beyond
patently false
I owe her an eternal place
in between hunger and bread
Flower of unadulterated desire
I owe her a straightforward look of love
a face primal as hers
forever novel as hers
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