SONG IN THE SPRING
- HE Temple bells are ringing,
- The young green corn is springing,
- And the marriage month is drawing very near.
- I lie hidden in the grass,
- And I count the moments pass,
- For the month of marriages is drawing near.
- Soon, ah, soon, the women spread
- The appointed bridal bed
- With hibiscus buds and crimson marriage flowers,
- Where, when all the songs are done,
- And the dear dark night begun,
- I shall hold her in my happy arms for hours.
- She is young and very sweet,
- From the silver on her feet
- To the silver and the flowers in her hair,
- And her beauty makes me swoon,
- As the Moghra trees at noon
- Intoxicate the hot and quivering air.
- Ah, I would the hours were fleet
- As her silver circled feet,
- I am weary of the daytime and the night;
- I am weary unto death,
- Oh my rose with jasmin breath,
- With this longing for your beauty and your light.
- TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH BY LAURENCE HOPE (1865-1904)
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|"Song in the Spring" is reprinted from India's Love Lyrics. Trans. Laurence Hope. New York: John Lane Co., 1906.