Poem – Water 

Flowing through the river,

 Moving peacefully, 

Throughout the Earth

Wherever the currents runs, 
Water stirs freely, 

Living as it wishes.

Gentle enough to float a light feather, 

Though fierce enough to drown a large steamship
Water guides and protects, 

It gives peace and tranquility

And nourishes life with soothing care, 

Poem – Fire 

Raging through the Earth,

 Burning everything in sight, 

Fire’s untamed fury, 

Edges to dominance.
The Earth, it’s fuel, let’s it’s spread, 

But Water, it’s enemy, extinguishes the flames

Air does not take a side. It can help spread the flames, 

or it can blow them to nothingness, 
Fire unleashes it’s worst, 

Feared by many, it’s power spreads

Faster than the flames themselves.

Poems – The Cloud Messenger – Part 3 – Kalidasa 

Where the palaces are worthy of comparison to you in these various aspects: 

you possess lightning, they have lovely women; you have a rainbow, they are 

furnished with pictures; they have music provided by resounding drums, you 

produce deep, gentle rumbling; you have water within, they have floors made 

of gemstones; you are lofty, their rooftops touch the sky; 

Where there are decorative lotuses in the hands of the young wives; fresh 

jasmine woven into their hair; where the beauty of their faces is made whiter 

by the pollen of lodhra flowers; in the thick locks on their crowns are fresh 

kurubaka flowers; on their ears charming shirisa flowers; and on the parting 

of their hair, nipa flowers that bloom on your arrival; 

Where the trees, humming with intoxicated bees, are always in flower; the lily 

pools, having rows of wild geese as waistbands, always produce lotuses; 

where the tails of the tame peacocks, their necks upstretched to cry out, are 

always resplendent; and where the evenings are perpetually moonlit and pleasant, and darkness has been banished; 

Where the tears of the lords of wealth are of utmost joy, having no other 

cause, there being no suffering other than that caused by the flower-arrowed 

god which is to be assuaged by union with the desired one; where there is 

separation other than that arising from lovers’ quarrels; and where there is indeed no age other than youth; 

Where yakshas, having assembled on the upper terraces of the palace, made of 

crystal, accompanied by their excellent womenfolk, enjoy ratiphalam wine 

produced by a wish-fulfilling tree, while drums whose sound resembles your deep thunder are beaten softly; 

Where the girls fanned by breezes cooled by the waters of the Mandakini 

river, the heat dispelled by the shade of the mandara trees that grow on its 

banks, are urges by the gods to play with jewels hidden by burying them with 

clenched fists in the golden sands and which are to be searched for; 

Where the handfuls of powder flung by those red-lipped women bewildered 

by shame when their lovers passionately pull away their linen garments, the 

ties of which have been loosened and undone by restless hands, although they 

reach the long-rayed jewel-lamps, they fail to extinguish them; 

Where ragged clouds, like yourself, brought to the upper stories of the palaces 

by the leader of the wind, having committed the misdeed of shedding 

raindrops on a painting, cleverly imitating puffs of smoke, flee immediately by way of the lattices as if filled with dread; 

Where at night the moonstones, hanging from a web of threads and shedding 

full drops of water under the influence of moonbeams bright since the removal 

of your obstruction, dispel the physical langour after sexual enjoyment on the 

part of the women who are freed from the embraces of their lovers’ arms; 

Where lovers, with inexhaustible treasure their residences, together with the 

kinnaras who sing with sweet voices of the glory of the lord of wealth, 

accompanied by celestial courtesans, engage in conversation and enjoy everyday the outer grove known as Vaibhraja; 

Where at sunrise the route taken by women the previous night is indicated by 

mandara flowers with torn petals that were shaken from their hair by the 

movement of their walking, by the golden lotuses that slipped from behind 

their ears, and by necklaces of strings of pearls the threads of which broke upon their breasts; 

Where a single wish-fulfilling tree produces every adornment for women: 

coloured garments, wine which is suitable for introducing an amorous 

playfulness to the eyes, flowers together with buds which are distinctive 

among ornaments, and red lac dye suitable for application to their lotus-like feet; 

Where horses, as dark as leaves, rival the steeds of the sun; where elephants, 

as tall as mountains, pour forth showers, like you, from the pores of their 

temples; and where the foremost warriors stood in battle against the ten-faced 

one, the splendour of their ornmanets surpassed by the scars of the wounds 

from Candrahasa; 

Where the god of love does not generally carry his bow strung with bees, 

knowing that the god who is the friend of the lord of wealth dwells there in 

person: his task is accomplished by the amorous play of talented women 

whose glances are cast by means of curved eyebrows and which are not in 

vain among the objects of their desire. 

There, to the north of the residence of the lord of wealth, our home is to be 

recognised from afar by an arched portal as lovely as a rainbow, near which a 

young mandara tree, caused to bow down by bunches of flowers that may be 

touched by the hand, is cherished by my beloved like an adopted son. 

And within is a pool the steps of which are studded with emerald stone, filled 

with flowering golden lotuses whose stalks are of smooth chrysoberyl. On its 

waters the geese that have take up residence there do not think of Lake Manas 

close at hand, and are free from sorrow, having seen you. 

On its bank there is a pleasure hill whose summit is studded with fine 

sapphires, beautiful to behold with a hedge of golden plantain trees. Having 

seen you, O friend, with flashing lightning, near at hand, I recall that mountain 

with a despondent mind, thinking, ‘It is enjoyed by my spouse’. 

Here is a red ashoka with trembling buds and a charming kesara near a hedge 

of kurubaka and a bower of madhavi. One desires (as I do) the touch of your 

friend’s left foot. The other longs for a mouthful of wine from her, having as 

its pretext a craving. 

And between these is a golden perch with a crystal base, studded at its foot 

with gems that shine like half-grown bamboo, on which rests your friend the 

blue-necked one, who, at the day’s end, is caused to dance by my beloved 

with claps of her hands, made pleasant by the jingling of her bracelets. 

Having seen the figures of Shanka and Padma painted near the door, by 

these signs preserved in yout heart, O noble one, you may distinguish the 

residence, now reduced in beauty because of my absence. Indeed, at the 

setting of the sun, even the lotus does not display its own splendour.

Having shrunk at once to the size of a small elephant for the sake of a swift 

descent, resting on the pleasure mountain with lovely peaks that I have 

mentioned, please cast your gaze in the form of a flickering bolt of faint 

lightning upon the interior of the house, like the glow of a swarm of fire-flies.