Wednesday, 24 September 2008


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.


megha punater said...

beautiful,i love autumn and in this poem kalidas has described her so well.

bindu said...

Such a sweet poem! Thanks for sharing it. Nice picture too.