SONG IN THE SPRING

by: Valgovind

      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)

"Song in the Spring" is reprinted from India's Love Lyrics. Trans. Laurence Hope. New York: John Lane Co., 1906.

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