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How to Love in Sanskrit

By Anusha Rao and Suhas Mahesh


How to Love in Sanskrit by Anusha Rao and Suhas Mahesh is a collection of Sanskrit love poetry that invites readers to explore the intricate and diverse expressions of love found in ancient Indian literature. The book includes verses and short prose pieces by celebrated writers such as Kalidasa and Banabhatta, as well as contributions from Buddhist and Jain monks, scholars, emperors, and even some modern-day poets. The authors, Anusha Rao and Suhas Mahesh, bring their expertise in Sanskrit and Indian religion to the translation process, ensuring that the poetry is accessible and enjoyable for modern readers. The book is a modernized and accessible approach to romantic Sanskrit poetry, maintaining the essence of the original works while making them relatable to contemporary sensibilities.

Excerpt: Poems from How to Love in Sanskrit

Sanskrit love poetry delineates desire and the female body through patriarchal lenses, exposing historical aesthetics that define beauty and intimacy within a culturally specific context.

5. Dimples

After creating her
God must have
gazed at his work admiringly
holding her face in his hands
thumb on each cheek.

That’s how she got
her two perfect dimples.

Deeds of the Nishadha King, Shriharsha, 1100 ce, Kanyakubja?

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11. Miss Universe

The long bindi
painted on her forehead
pointing straight up to heaven

is the Love God’s arrow
that he mounts
on the arched bow of her brows.

Earth has been won already.
Heaven must be next.

What Navasahasanka Did, Padmagupta, 1000 ce, Malwa

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51. Sui generis

In all the world
filled as it is with lovely women
this much may be said of her:

only her right half
is a match for her left.

Seven Hundred Gahas, 100 ce, Deccan

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68. Perfect as she is

You may see her aplenty
but each time
she dazzles anew.
She has no need for a smile:
her radiance
smiles for her.
She has no need for a drink:
her limbs sway gracefully
all the same.
She has no need for words:
her eyes
do a fine job already.

Mahabharata, Vyasa

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69. Words fall short

Her face is like
the moon, yes.
And yes, her lips
are heaven’s ambrosia.
But
pulling her close
by the hair
for a kiss
all fire and frenzy –
any figures of speech for that?

Seven Hundred Gahas, 100 ce?, Deccan

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