The Body of Poetry

Too busy listening to Priyangvada's sweet words, I suppose?
Where do I see you finding time to hear what I have to say!
Oh, I don't know such wonderful words to weave as she does, is that it?
So what happened — you still couldn't dress me in garlands of your words?

What's the matter, tell me? Too busy being enchanted by Supriya's beauty?
Where do I see you remembering to find me beautiful! Or is there simply no time for all that?
Oh, I'm not the supreme beauty that she is, not by any means?
So what happened — you still couldn't adorn me with your heart's grace?

Frantically busy gathering wonder from Suchismita's laughter today?
Where have I ever seen you enchanted by my laughter! Or is there just no time for that?
Oh, I can't drive you mad with the magic of my smile as she can, not even by mistake?
So what happened — you still couldn't fill me with joy through your playful laughter?

Drowning in the spell of Krishnakali's kohl-dark eyes, losing yourself completely?
Where do I see you finding time to seek even a little magic in my eye-liner!
Oh, I can't bind you in the enchantment of such eyes as hers, try as I might?
So what happened — you still couldn't wrap me in the spell of those two magical eyes of yours?

Busy surrendering to the love of that poetry-crafting daughter of verse?
Where have I ever seen you spare even the smallest moment to surrender to my love!
Oh, I can't love by crafting poetry as she does, not quite like that?
So what happened — you still couldn't shape me into poetry's form with your love?