The Winds of Wonder

Nature at beauty’s festival

Asocas burned in crimson spots of flame,

Pure like the breath of an unstained desire

White jasmines haunted the enamoured air,

Pale mango-blossoms fed the liquid voice

Of the love-maddened coïl, and the brown bee

Muttered in fragrance mid the honey-buds. ||93.31||

The sunlight was a great god’s golden smile. ||93.32||

All Nature was at beauty’s festival. ||93.33||

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