The Winds of Wonder

Celebration of the Spring

वसंताच्या जल्लोशात

हा वसंतऋतू पसरे सर्व ऋतूत, 

स्नेह आणि आनंदाची वृष्टी;

अचानक चुंबुनी पृथ्वीच्या भाळी 

सौंदर्याहुनी सुंदर करी तिचे सौंदर्य;

वसंतात वर्षा लावी प्रेमाची लागवड,

जसा शिशिर आणे दवबिंदूंचा हर्ष;

कोकीळ गाये मोहोराचा गोडवा,

करे रम्य उत्सव उल्हसित निसर्ग;

उजळे थोर कल्पकतेचे वैभव,

नदीच्या नादात सागर संगीत;

ऋतुसंहार तर वसंतात सूर्याचा,

न संपणारा  रंगरंगीत  प्रवास;

बारा राशीतूनी फिरे कालचक्र 

विजयी वसंताच्या जल्लोशात;

बहरला बागबगीचा सत्याचा 

​स्तुती गाजे  सर्वत्र वसंत म्हणून. 

२७ एप्रिल २०२५

27 April 2025

Featured image: Matrimandir Gardens

Spring in Savitri, Book Four Canto One:

Then Spring, an ardent lover, leaped through leaves

And caught the earth-bride in his eager clasp;

His advent was a fire of irised hues,

His arms were a circle of the arrival of joy. ||93.23||

His voice was a call to the Transcendent’s sphere

Whose secret touch upon our mortal lives

Keeps ever new the thrill that made the world,

Remoulds an ancient sweetness to new shapes

And guards intact unchanged by death and Time

The answer of our hearts to Nature’s charm

And keeps for ever new, yet still the same,

The throb that ever wakes to the old delight

And beauty and rapture and the joy to live. ||93.24||

His coming brought the magic and the spell,

At his touch life’s tired heart grew glad and young;

He made joy a willing prisoner in her breast. ||93.25||

His grasp was a young god’s upon earth’s limbs:

Changed by the passion of his divine outbreak

He made her body beautiful with his kiss. ||93.26||

Impatient for felicity he came,

High-fluting with the coïl’s happy voice,

His peacock turban trailing on the trees;

His breath was a warm summons to delight,

The dense voluptuous azure was his gaze. ||93.27||

A soft celestial urge surprised the blood

Rich with the instinct of God’s sensuous joys;

Revealed in beauty, a cadence was abroad

Insistent on the rapture-thrill in life:

Immortal movements touched the fleeting hours. ||93.28||

A godlike packed intensity of sense

Made it a passionate pleasure even to breathe;

All sights and voices wove a single charm. ||93.29||

The life of the enchanted globe became

A storm of sweetness and of light and song,

A revel of colour and of ecstasy,

A hymn of rays, a litany of cries:

A strain of choral priestly music sang

And, swung on the swaying censer of the trees,

A sacrifice of perfume filled the hours. ||93.30||

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||