Love of The Night Mistress

Even at midnight 

When there is none around 

And the world is asleep, 

Where from is the scent coming? 

The wind carrying the wisps and whiffs 

Of fair and lovely face creams, 

Powders sprinkled, 

Herbal hair oils applied, 

Enchanting me, maddening me 

And I from my room thinking 

Of the night mistress going, 

Whoever she is, 

Wearing a black bespangled sari 

Embroidered with stars, 

Sticking jasmines into her tresses 

And passing by unawares....