Verse 37

²⁹Her lotus feet were ringing and her eyes were swimming; her hips were covered in fine cloth that shone under a girdle of little bells. ³⁰Her breasts were high and pressed close with no gap between them, her nose fine and her teeth fine, and her glance played with a soft smile. ³¹She hid herself away in modesty, with a whole army of dark curls about her. Seeing that woman, you who are Dharma, all the demons lost their heads. ³²What beauty, what steadiness, and what fresh youth she has. She moves in the middle of men who want her as though she wanted nothing at all. ³³Guessing at her in every way, at the twilight in the shape of a young woman, the dull-witted ones greeted her boldly and asked her:

³⁴Who are you, and whose, you whose thighs are plantain stems? What business have you here, bright one? You torment us who have no luck, laying out your beauty as goods for sale. ³⁵Whoever you may be, slender one, it is our good fortune to see you. With your play at ball you toss up the minds of those who are watching. ³⁶Fine one, your lotus foot will not keep to one place, striking the falling ball again and again with the flat of your hand. Your waist droops, afraid of the weight of your heavy breasts, your clear look is as though tired, and your hair is a mass of lovely curls. ³⁷So the demons, dull of mind, took the evening twilight, which was behaving like a young woman and drawing them on, for a woman, and laid hold of her.