She starts a conversation with him, though she
avoids his open glance; she clings to him for
a moment, and then runs after her pots and
trinkets. She hides her love under this behaviour;
but her own passion ruins her. She inflames him
with desire; she wrings his hand, and runs away.
She speaks imploringly to him, that henceforth
she may ensnare him; but her mouth is filled with
dirt. How will he ever come back to her? Tuka
says, Her own desire brings her to tears. Why do
not men serve thee faithfully? Why do they not
offer their pleasures to you?
avoids his open glance; she clings to him for
a moment, and then runs after her pots and
trinkets. She hides her love under this behaviour;
but her own passion ruins her. She inflames him
with desire; she wrings his hand, and runs away.
She speaks imploringly to him, that henceforth
she may ensnare him; but her mouth is filled with
dirt. How will he ever come back to her? Tuka
says, Her own desire brings her to tears. Why do
not men serve thee faithfully? Why do they not
offer their pleasures to you?