Poems – Autumn – Kalidasa 

HE 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.

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