A portrait of a seventh-century Kashmiri poetess whose name may have been either mockery or armor. She was a scholar, a wit, and the author of some of Sanskrit literature’s sharpest and most tender verses on love and misfortune.
Only two verses survive under her name, yet they are enough to place this poetess among Sanskrit literature’s finest voices on the ache of separation: a life almost entirely unknown, preserved in two shlokas of startling emotional precision.
Four surviving shlokas are all that remain of this thirteenth-century poetess, each a small, perfect study of devotion and longing, proof that a poet’s stature was never measured by volume.