Book 6: Hymn 139: A woman's love-charm

1Thou hast grown up, a source of joy to bless me with pros- perity. A hundred are thy tendrils, three-and-thirty thy descending shoots. With this that bears a thousand leaves I dry thy heart and wither it. 2Let thy heart wither for my love and let thy month be dry for me. Parch and dry up with longing, go with lips that love of me hath dried. 3Drive us together, tawny! fair! a go-between who wakens love. Drive us together, him and me, and give us both one heart and mind. 4Even as his mouth is parched who finds no water for his burn- ing thirst, So parch and burn with longing, go with lips that love of me hath dried. 5Even as the Mungoose bites and rends and then restores the wounded snake, So do thou, Mighty one, restore the fracture of our severed love.