Wholl Teach My Rigid Beloved Benevolence

She lives there, across the stream By the jungle-side. She’s bathing in the broad shallow stream Every day with cockcrow, in the village outskirts. Her tall chubby body is wrapped up And she pulls off her tight tunic With toil. Unknots her long curly hair And sets her busty bosom free And uncoil. She’s is in high hurry since she’s very chaste And seems scared in the desolate place. Sitting in water washes first face Then oh! Rubs her bust and her base. Puts on her outfits— seeing sideways Sitting on toes by the sandy shore. And rushes home, water Dripping her disheveled hair, And dampened attire Sticking her fat. She’s motherless, married to a helpless man, A saintly farmer’s lone daughter, newly divorced. Oh! Who’ll teach my rigid beloved benevolence! For, I would wed h’r too—if endorsed!