(114) Keka kalarava mukharita prate
| At dawn, peacock calls resounding, Who are You who came with ankle bells on Your feet? Jingling more sweetly than a hundred lyres, Your body was swathed in the splendor of clouds. Today, the palmyra and betel-nut palms have donned new beauty. The fragrant kadam[1] grove is laughing. A gentle breeze, dispersing pollen of screw-pine flowers, Floats toward the blue yonder. Today, the frogs hop about in frenzied glee; Alongside, the jasmines— who knows what they speak! Bashful kaminii[2] flowers, shedding fragrance, Glance at the players time and again. |
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