Now the trees put forth their flowers,
On the lakes the lilies fair
Show their heads midst the waves,
Melting hearts with sweet love-longing.
What fair maid can vie with spring?
What sweet voice the cuckoo’s song?
Or smiling teeth the jasmine’s hue?
Or rosy lips the op’ning flowers?
Bending down with blushing buds,
Flaming mango branches wave
To and fro with the breeze
Filling hearts with sweet love-longing.
And within the lotus-flower
Dwells her love, the murm’ring bee
Who with kiss and embrace
Satisfies her sweet love-longing.
Kalidasa (d?250)English: Gustav Holst
The moon shineth on yon roof.
Here lie maidens, crowned with jasmine, clad in silk raiment;
On their ankles are rings that tinkle sweetly as they move.
Wafted by jewel-covered fans, sweetest perfume floats o’er each breast.
Song and harp unite with warbling birds to rouse from sleep the god of love.
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