The Buddha-Carita or The Life of Buddha by Ven. Aśvaghoṣa

Buddha-carita, or The Life of Buddha - 69
aparāḥ śayitā yathopaviṣṭāḥ stanabhārairavamanyamānagātrāḥ |
upaguhya paraspara virejurbhujapāśaistapanīyapārihāryaiḥ || 5.54
54. Others, lying as they sat, with their limbs oppressed by the weight of their bosoms,
shone in their beauty, mutually clasping one another with their twining arms
decorated with golden bracelets.
mahatī parivādinī ca kācidvanitāligya sakhīmiva prasuptā |
vijughūrṇa calatsuvarṇasūtrā vadanenākulakarṇikojjvalena || 5.55
55. And another damsel lay sound asleep, embracing her big lute as if it were a female
friend, and rolled it about, while its golden strings trembled, with her own face bright
with her shaken earrings.
paṇava yuvatirbhujāsadeśādavavisrasitacārupāśamanyā |
savilāsaratātatātamūrvorvivare kātamivābhinīya śiśye || 5.56
56. Another lay, with her tabour, 1
aparā na babhurnimīlitākṣyo vipulākṣyo ’pi śubhabhruvo ’pi satyaḥ |
pratisakucitāravidakośāḥ savitaryastamite yathā nalinyaḥ || 5.57
57. Others showed no lustre with their eyes shut, although they were really full-eyed
and fair-browed, — like the lotus-beds with their buds closed at the setting of the sun.
śithilākulamūrdhajā tathānyā jaghanasrastavibhūṣaṇāśukātā |
aśayiṣṭa vikīrṇakaṭhasūtrā gajabhagnā pratipātitāganeva || 5.58
58. Another, with her hair loose and dishevelled, and her skirts and ornaments fallen
from her loins, lay with her necklace in confusion, like a woman crushed by an
elephant and then dropped.
aparāstvavaśā hriyā viyuktā dhtimatyo ’pi vapurguṇairupetāḥ |
viniśaśvasurulvaṇa śayānā viktākṣiptabhujā jajbhire ca || 5.59
59. Others, helpless and lost to shame, though naturally self-possessed and endued with
all graces of person, breathed violently as they lay and yawned with their arms
distorted and tossed about.
1 [Ed: So Cowell, who apparently found it impossible to translate the rest of the verse. Johnson
was not so reticent, and rendered the verse: “Another young woman lay, bringing her paṇava,
whose beautiful netting had slipped from her armpit, between her thighs, like a lover exhausted
at the end of his sport.”]