Autumn Songs

The autumn has arrived with a charming bloomed lotus as her face, emboldening the heart-pleasing face of a new bride, and the autumnal fields of white grass with whitish flowers as her cover. The amorous clucking of swans that have just returned from the lakes, as rains have gone, are the jingling anklets of autumn.

Blanched is the earth with whitish grass and the nights with silvery coolant moonbeams of the moon, and the rivers with white swans, lakes with white-lotuses, and that forest up to its fringes with whitish jasmine flowers, the seven-leaved banana plants sagging under the weight of their flowers and now the paddy is ready to ripe with the tenuous stalks of rice with their necks a little bent down.

The wind is now wiggling the well-ripened rows of rice stalks, curvy under the weight of their cobs, and the trees sagging under the weight of their flowers, wobbling the fully bloomed clumps of lotuses in the lakes, and wriggling the hearts of young men and women, with a lilting breeze and lively freshness.

The rivers are journeying slowly with a strutting of prideful lovely girls, for the raising and falling fishes of rivers seem to be the delightful sets of strings at the waistlines of rivers. The white waterfowls on riverbanks look as the whitish pearly pendants of rivers, like the pearly pendants around the bosoms of prideful girls.

The autumn makes the rivers placid and pure, the rows of ripples of their water are pecked with the beaks of partridges for their feed, flocks of cranes and drakes are bustling, and the rivers themselves are reddened with the red-pollen grains of red-lotuses.

The limpid waters of lakes are refurbished with bevies of couples of voluptuous swans, amongst the just bloomed white and blue lotuses, the rows of ripples of lake-water are undulated by the oncoming slow morning breeze.
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The earth is delightfully inscribed with the vermilion colour of safflowers that has flowered up to the visible horizon, and the swaths and ravines of earth are surrounded with charming lotuses, the slothful wind is stirring up the branches of red-golden coloured trees, with peaking tender leaflets, and mushily outcropped flowers, from which nectar is trickling, drunk by the honeybees, and the heart raven in the sylvan scenery dances in ecstasy.

With clouds that have doled out their waters, they look like the whitish conch shells moved by the speed of wind, splintered into hundreds of pieces and journeying away, the sky blooming with swerving, splintering, and silvery clouds.

The autumnal night, is wearing clusters of twinkling stars as her jewellery, as the veil of a damsel will be unveiled frequently presenting her face, clouds on the skycap are unveiling to present the immaculate moonshine and the uncountable medley of stars.

The moon is heart-stealing with its profuse lightbeams, and is the real gladdener. The sprinkler of fresh and coolant dewdrops through those moonbeams, with the burning bodies of the women, full of desire and lusting after their itinerant lovers, this season is outmoding the most famous beauty of the nature, namely the womenfolk.

The dawn breeze spreads coolness, and sifting the dewdrops that are clinging at the edges of leaves, the auroral breeze is exhilarating. The fragrance of flowers of white-flower trees and the birds in fine fettle are calling each other reciprocally, steals the heart. Thus this autumn is heart-appeasing with the brilliance of its lotuses and the moonbeams.

Let this very season bring utmost delight to all of your hearts, like your fervent and lustful lovers with their visages like autumnal lotuses, with their whitish wraparounds like the silken white grass flowers of autumn, and let them be romantic, like this romantic autumn season...

~[KALIDASA]~
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