Come on, my Bhaddā, hold me, fair of thighs! Embrace me, maid of captivating eyes! Take me in your arms, my lovely lady, that’s all I’d ever want or could desire. Ah, then my desire was such a small thing, through whom was born a lady so fine, my sweet, with your curling wavy hair; now, like to arahants an offering, it’s grown so very much from there. Whatever the merit I have forged