Though She’s The Girl
Though she’s the girl, I am the one who’s shy,
And though she walks with heavy hips, it’s I
Who cannot move for heaviness; and she
Who is the woman: but the coward, me.
She is the one with the high and swelling breast,
But the one with weariness oppressed.
Clearly, in her the causal factors lie,
But the effects in me. I wonder why!
Amaru (c. 8th-9th Century), Indian Lyric Poet