"Sweet Kadambara, have you seen my fair one? Speak, Basil, you must know, for her limbs are like your graceful branches. Sweet Tila, fairest of all, where is she who loved your flowers? Gentle deer, has she played with you? Is your moon-faced friend hiding behind some tree? Have pity. Speak to me. Where are her soft limbs, her moon bright face, her shapely neck, her red lips..."