As if knotted fast at their roots, he somehow freed my arms.

When my lover came to bed,
the knot became untied
all by itself.

My dress,
held up by the strings of a loosened belt,
barely stayed on my hips.

Friend,
that's as much as I know now.

When he touched my body,
I couldn't at all remember
who he was,
who I was,
or how It was.

(Amarusataka 101, Sanskrit)