Half-open kadamba flowers at water's edge,   Festively tinted light ash-green,   Share the woods with deer gorging on   Champak blossoms, trampled under foot.   The soil drenched by you exhales a fragrance   For the snuffling deer, who mark your path.

Siddhas down below watch your skylark companions
Sip the raindrops as they fly.
Counting them, they await your thundering voice --
Thankful to you for providing a chance,
An excuse to embrace their companions,
Whose bodies now tremble in fear.
 

My friend, a profusion of kukuva flowers
Decks the mountainside. Will their faint
Perfume beguile you to delay? Oh no!
Greeting you with piercing cries,
At last the tear-eyed peacocks
Hasten you away.
 

 

O Megh, when you reach Dasharna land,
The ketaki hedges profusely blossom
While gardens languish, sere and grey.
Flocks of birds seek nests in the trees
As jambu fruits ripen, black as Krishna.
The wild geese en route to Manasarovar, linger there.
 

 

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