Ṛtusaṃhāra - Kālidāsa | Nature

"Whose life is all pleasure or always pain?

Luck goes under and up like the rim of a rolling wheel." Sacred Texts Hinduism Index Previous p. 209 p. 210 p. 211 THE SEASONS The Seasons is an unpretentious poem, describing in six short cantos the six sea sons into which the Hindus divide the year. The title is perhaps a little mislea ding, as the description is not objective, but deals with the feelings awakened by each season in a pair of young lovers. Indeed, the poem might be called a Lov er's Calendar. Kalidasa's authorship has been doubted, without very cogent argum ent. The question is not of much interest, as The Seasons would neither add grea tly to his reputation nor subtract from it. The whole poem contains one hundred and forty-four stanzas, or something less th an six hundred lines of verse. There follow a few stanzas selected from each can to. SUMMER Pitiless heat from heaven pours By day, but nights are cool; Continual bathing gently lowers The water in the pool; The evening brings a charming peace: For summer-time is here When love that never knows surcease, Is less imperious, dear. Yet love can never fall asleep; For he is waked to-day By songs that all their sweetness keep And lutes that softly play, By fans with sandal-water wet That bring us drowsy rest, By strings of pearls that gently fret Full many a lovely breast. The sunbeams like the fires are hot That on the altar wake; p. 212 The enmity is quite forgot Of peacock and of snake; The peacock spares his ancient foe, For pluck and hunger fail; He hides his burning head below The shadow of his tail. Beneath the garland of the rays That leave no corner cool, The water vanishes in haze And leaves a muddy pool; The cobra does not hunt for food Nor heed the frog at all Who finds beneath the serpent's hood A sheltering parasol.

dear. a maiden fair In slenderness and grace. Bring every pleasure. Its ketak-blossom's opening sheath Is like a smile put on To greet the rain's reviving breath. And pierce them to the heart. a cloud For elephant he rides. perfect. a mighty army. Bring lakes that countless lilies dot. how his thunders ring Like royal drums. apart From whom they love. and a spot Cool after burning days. Refreshing water-sprays. The forest seems to show its glee In flowering nipa plants. May rain whereby life wakes and shines Where there is power of life. Set free from cloudy bars. 213 The cruel arrows of the rain Smite them who love. p. march With drumlike thundering And stretch upon the rainbow's arch The lightning's flashing string. Her silken robe is white moonlight. dearest. . THE RAINS The rain advances like a king In awful majesty.Dear maiden of the graceful song. Birds greet her with their cooing glad Like bracelets' tinkling song. AUTUMN The autumn comes. To set a bride on fire. Now pain and heat are gone. To you may summer's power Bring moonbeams clear and garlands long And breath of trumpet-flower. prime. The clouds. Hear. with stinging pain. and see His lightning-banners wave. With nodding rice-stems in her hair And lilies in her face. A diadem adorns the night Of multitudinous stars. In flowers of grasses she is clad. Sweet friends at evening. And as she moves along. may the cloudy time Bring all that you desire. And finds his welcome from the crowd Of lovers and of brides. To you. Shower blessings on my wife. The unchanging friend of clinging vines. In waving twigs of many a tree Wind-swept. it seems to dance.

shiver In frosty winds. when passion leaps And paints a livelier dream. dearest. lend a heedful ear And listen while I sing Delights to every maiden dear. laden plants Are shivering to the breeze. with bustling cry. remembering summer. 214 She seems a slender maid. The charms of early spring: When earth is dotted with the heaps Of corn. who soon Will be a woman grown. And herons wheel through wintry sky. Then may these winter days show forth To you each known delight. While in his brisk caresses dance The blossom-burdened trees. Bring home the ripened corn. 215 EARLY SPRING Now. When all must cheerfully applaud A blazing open fire. For winter-time is come at last. when heron-scream Is rare but sweet. now lost and gone.And on her face (the radiant moon) Bewitching smiles are shown: p. When everybody hopes to find The frosty chill allayed . Forget sad thoughts forlorn. Or if they needs must go abroad. The sun is their desire. Yet in the struggle and acquist They turn as pale and wan As lonely women who have missed Known love. He ruffles every lily-pond Where blossoms kiss and part. Rich with its ripened corn. p. The vines. my dear. and gain A fuller life from mere endeavour To live through all that pain. Bring all that women count as worth Pure happiness and bright. Over the rice-fields. And stirs with lover's fancies fond The young man's eager heart. WINTER The bloom of tenderer flowers is past And lilies droop forlorn. Yet for the wealth of blossoms lost Some hardier flowers appear That bid defiance to the frost Of sterner days. While villages.

the lustrous string Is made of bees. dear. young hearts that fancies paint With dreams of loving bliss. Is sweeter. p. . nor scorned his power. The lakes are bright with lotuses. The women bright with love. SPRING A stalwart soldier comes. The winds in fragrance move. The days are soft. And on that bow. Then may the days of early spring For you be rich and full With love's proud. and a sweet young maid. With sweetest rice and sugar-cane: And may you float above The absent grieving and the pain Of separated love. 216 Their blossom-burden weights the trees. everything That moves and lives and blossoms.By garments warm. soft philandering And many a candy-pull. Far more. The groves are beautifully bright For many and many a mile With jasmine-flowers that are as white As loving woman's smile: The resolution of a saint Might well be tried by this. dear. the evenings clear And charming. who have never laughed At love. that move With malice as they speed the shaft Of blossoming mango-flower At us. the spring. Who bears the bow of Love. a window-blind Shut. in the spring.

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