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Heart, O my heart! lo, the springtime is waking In meadow and grove.Lo, the mellifluous koels are making Their paeans of love.Behold the bright rivers and rills in their glancing, Melodious flight,Behold how the sumptuous peacocks are dancing In rhythmic…
Amber petals, ivory petals,Petals of carven jade,Charming with your ambrosial sweetnessForest and field and glade,Foredoomed in your hour of transient gloryTo shrivel and shrink and fade! Tho’ mango blossoms have long since vanished,And orange blossoms be shed,They live anew in the…
O brilliant blossoms that strew my way,You are only woodland flowers they say. But, I sometimes think that perchance you areFragments of some new-fallen star; Or golden lamps for a fairy shrine,Or golden pitchers for fairy wine. Perchance you are, O…
Poignant and subtle and bitter perfume,Exquisite, luminous, passionate bloom,Your leaves interwoven of fragrance and fireAre Savitri’s sorrow and Sita’s desire,Draupadi’s longing, Damayanti’s fears,And sweetest Sakuntala’s magical tears. .. These ore the immortal women of Sanscrit legend and song, whose poignant…
What can rival your lovely hueO gorgeous boon of the spring?The glimmering red of a bridal robe,Rich red of a wild bird’s wing?Or the mystic blaze of the gem that burnsOn the brow of a serpent-king? What can rival the valiant…
O Love! do you know the spring is hereWith the lure of her magic flute? . . .The old earth breaks into passionate bloomAt the kiss of her fleet, gay foot.The burgeoning leaves on the almond boughs,And the leaves on…
Lilavati’s Lament at the Feast of SpringGo, dragon-fly, fold up your purple wing,Why will you bring me tidings of the spring?O lilting koels, hush your rapturous notes,O dhadikulas, still your passionate throats,Or seek some further garden for your nest .…
Springtime, O Springtime, what is your essence,The lilt of a bulbul, the laugh of a rose,The dance of the dew on the wings of a moonbeam,The voice of the zephyr that sings as he goes,The hope of a bride or…
Wild bees that rifle the mango blossom,Set free awhile from the love-god’s string,Wild birds that sway in the citron branches,Drunk with the rich, red honey of spring, Fireflies weaving aërial dancesIn fragile rhythms of flickering gold,What do you know in your…
Young leaves grow green on the banyan twigs,And red on the peepul tree,The honey-birds pipe to the budding figs,And honey-blooms call the bee. Poppies squander their fragile goldIn the silvery aloe-brake,Coral and ivory lilies unfoldTheir delicate lives on the lake. Kingfishers…