"I do not care about social norms."

Meera Bai I will fasten the bells of his love to my feet And dance in front of Girdhar. Dancing and dancing I will please his eyes; My love is an ancient one. My love is the only truth. I do not care about social norms Nor do I keep my family's honour. I cannot forget, even for a moment, The beauty of my lover. I am dyed in Hari's colour.

Kalidasa's Poem Autumn

AUTUMN by: Kalidasa (c. 500) The autumn comes, a maiden fair In slenderness and grace, With nodding rice-stems in her hair And lilies in her face. In flowers of grasses she is clad; And as she moves along, Birds greet her with their cooing glad Like bracelets' tinkling song. A diadem adorns the night Of multitudinous stars; Her silken robe is white moonlight, Set free from cloudy bars; And on her face (the radiant moon) Bewitching smiles are shown: She seems a slender maid, who soon Will be a woman grown. Over the rice-fields, laden plants Are shivering to the breeze; While in his brisk caresses dance The blossomed-burdened trees; He ruffles every lily-pond Where blossoms kiss and part, And stirs with lover's fancies fond The young man's eager heart. This English translation of "Autumn" was composed by Arthur W. Ryder (1877-1938).

the words of Khalil Gibran, poet and philosopher on marriage: . . . let there be spaces in your togetherness And let the winds of the heavens dance between you Love one another, but make not a bond of love Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf Sing and dance together and be joyous but let each one of you be alone Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts And stand together yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.