summer afternoon

Seeing delightful things, hearing sweet sounds,
since a man becomes sad even though they please him:
Surely, he remembers in his heart something he is yet
unaware of,
– friendships in another life, whose emotion is constant.

See, shy one, the Sun
hanging in the West has made
With his long image in the water of the lake
a causeway as of gold.

The Moon, combing the darkness with his beams,
as if with his fingers the massy hair of night,
Seems to kiss her face
whose eyes – the lotuses – have closed into their buds…

Kalidasa

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