the rains

After the rain a gentle breeze springs up
while the sky is overlaid with clouds;
one sees the horizon suddenly in a flash of lightning;
moon and stars and planets are asleep;
a heady scent is borne from kadambas wet with rain
and the sound of frogs spreads out in utter darkness.
How can the lonely lover spend these nights?

Yogesvara

rasa

My father wind and you my mother earth,
Fire, my friend, water, my near relation
And you my brother sky; in this last breath
Of mortal life I send you salutation.
From living ever with you comes this birth
Of uncontaminated wisdom with increase
Of goodness that all darkness and all folly cease
As now I live in brahma in my death.

Bhartrhari

the moon

The cat, thinking its rays are milk,
licks them from the dish;
the elephant, seeing them woven through the lattice of the trees,
takes them for lotus stems;
the damsel after love would draw them from her couch
as if they were her dress:
see how the moon in its pride of light
has cozened all the world.

Bhāsa

on being full

No ornaments adorn
the glowing moon.
Stars are scattered
through th sky.
Love’s bow is frozen now,
and the dark lotus
sealed away.
The cuckoo’s moans
have melted to a gentle stillness,
the mild breathing of the breeze.
The campaka vine with its round clusters
has ceased its rhythmic swaying, and
beyond all this there is nothing
I can know.

Bhavabhuti