THE LONG-HAIRED GIRL

Once, a long-haired girl had come to my room,  
her breasts like melting light, hands wreathed  
in flowers and death, two cool eyes in the rust  
of her tears.  
An actress of unforgiving love  
and impassive blood,the pores of her skin excited  
with envy, the glory of her lies bedazzling her youth  
over and over again, the lines of her body in gleaming gold,  
and on her face sin and prayer.  

One day a long-haired girl had come to my room.  
All alone. For a brief moment, and then was gone,  
for I was away in some distant land; and in my house  
a slave, an eunuch, stood on guard.  
  

Translation :
Jayanta Mahapatra