Vidyapati
Each day the breasts of Radha swelled.
Her hips grew shapely, her waist more slender.
Love’s secrets stole upon her eyes.
Startled, her childhood sought escape.
Her plum-like breasts grew large,
Harder and crisper, aching for love.
Krishna soon saw her as she bathed
Her filmy dress still clinging to her breasts,
Her tangled tresses falling on her heart.
A golden image swathed in yak’s tail plumes.
Says Vidyapati: O wonder of women,
Only a handsome man can long for her.
[Vidyapati (1352–1448), also known by the sobriquet Maithil Kavi Kokil (the poet cuckoo of Maithili), was a Maithili and Sanskrit poet, writer and polyglot. His influence was not just restricted to Maithili and Sanskrit literature but also extended to other Eastern literary traditions.]