Poetry at Sangam
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Translated by Sudeep Sen
Everything else apart from this, everything you love to fiddle;
These breasts, this belly with a slit-like wound in the middle.
Where the germs have dug more intricate bend and turn,
You may take all its pus and blood. The pain is what I’ve earned.
There is much more — the navel taken off at the middle of the night;
The nipples, the pubic hair, the armpits where you planted your rights;
The skin where your teeth and tongue embossed a blood-red seal —
Please tally the balance, see how each stanza fits the bill.
Check it out whether there are any flaws left somewhere;
Call on witnesses if you want, I will strip naked I swear.
I wouldn’t hide even the smallest nevus from your lust,
You’ll get everything you wish. But the rest that’s lying on dust —
Picking that clean from my own body, mind and soul
Fiercely I guard.
You can never ever have me as a whole
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