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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
Grishma; or The Season of Heat
By Sir Edwin Arnold (1832–1904)
 
Translated from Kālidāsa’s ‘Ritu Sanhâra’

WITH fierce noons beaming, moons of glory gleaming,
  Full conduits streaming, where fair bathers lie,
With sunsets splendid, when the strong day, ended,
  Melts into peace, like a tired lover’s sigh—
          So cometh summer nigh.        5
 
And nights of ebon blackness, laced with lustres
  From starry clusters; courts of calm retreat,
Where wan rills warble over glistening marble;
  Cold jewels, and the sandal, moist and sweet—
          These for the time are meet        10
 
Of “Suchi,” dear one of the bright days, bringing
  Love songs for singing which all hearts enthrall,
Wine cups that sparkle at the lips of lovers,
  Odors and pleasures in the palace hall:
          In “Suchi” these befall.        15
 
For then, with wide hips richly girt, and bosoms
  Fragrant with blossoms, and with pearl strings gay,
Their new-laved hair unbound, and spreading round
  Faint scents, the palace maids in tender play
          The ardent heats allay        20
 
Of princely playmates. Through the gates their feet,
  With lac-dye rosy and neat, and anklets ringing,
In music trip along, echoing the song
  Of wild swans, all men’s hearts by subtle singing
          To Kama’s service bringing;        25
 
For who, their sandal-scented breasts perceiving,
  Their white pearls—weaving with the saffron stars
Girdles and diadems—their gold and gems
  Linked upon waist and thigh, in Love’s soft snares
          Is not caught unawares?        30
 
Then lay they by their robes—no longer light
  For the warm midnight—and their beauty cover
With woven veil too airy to conceal
  Its dew-pearled softness; so, with youth clad over,
          Each seeks her eager lover.        35
 
And sweet airs winnowed from the sandal fans,
  Faint balm that nests between those gem-bound breasts,
Voices of stream and bird, and clear notes heard
  From vina strings amid the songs’ unrests,
          Wake passion. With light jests,        40
 
And sidelong glances, and coy smiles and dances,
  Each maid enhances newly sprung delight;
Quick leaps the fire of Love’s divine desire,
  So kindled in the season when the Night
          With broadest moons is bright;        45
 
Till on the silvered terraces, sleep-sunken,
  With Love’s draughts drunken, those close lovers lie;
And—all for sorrow there shall come To-morrow—
  The Moon, who watched them, pales in the gray sky,
          While the still Night doth die.
*        *        *        *        *
        50
THEN breaks fierce Day! The whirling dust is driven
  O’er earth and heaven, until the sun-scorched plain
Its road scarce shows for dazzling heat to those
  Who, far from home and love, journey in pain,
          Longing to rest again.        55
 
Panting and parched, with muzzles dry and burning,
  For cool streams yearning, herds of antelope
Haste where the brassy sky, banked black and high,
  Hath clouded promise. “There will be”—they hope—
          “Water beyond the tope!”        60
 
Sick with the glare, his hooded terrors failing,
  His slow coils trailing o’er the fiery dust,
The cobra glides to nighest shade, and hides
  His head beneath the peacock’s train: he must
          His ancient foeman trust!        65
 
The purple peafowl, wholly overmastered
  By the red morning, droop with weary cries;
No stroke they make to slay that gliding snake
  Who creeps for shelter underneath the eyes
          Of their spread jewelries!        70
 
The jungle lord, the kingly tiger, prowling,
  For fierce thirst howling, orbs a-stare and red,
Sees without heed the elephants pass by him,
  Lolls his lank tongue, and hangs his bloody head,
          His mighty forces fled.        75
 
Nor heed the elephants that tiger, plucking
  Green leaves, and sucking with a dry trunk dew;
Tormented by the blazing day, they wander,
  And, nowhere finding water, still renew
          Their search—a woful crew!        80
 
With restless snout rooting the dark morasses,
  Where reeds and grasses on the soft slime grow,
The wild-boars, grunting ill-content and anger,
  Dig lairs to shield them from the torturing glow,
          Deep, deep as they can go.        85
 
The frog, for misery of his pool departing—
  ’Neath that flame-darting ball—and waters drained
Down to their mud, crawls croaking forth, to cower
  Under the black-snake’s coils, where there is gained
          A little shade; and, strained        90
 
To patience by such heat, scorching the jewel
  Gleaming so cruel on his venomous head,
That worm, whose tongue, as the blast burns along,
  Licks it for coolness—all discomfited—
          Strikes not his strange friend dead!        95
 
The pool, with tender-growing cups of lotus
  Once brightly blowing, hath no blossoms more!
Its fish are dead, its fearful cranes are fled,
  And crowding elephants its flowery shore
          Tramp to a miry floor.        100
 
With foam-strings roping from his jowls, and dropping
  From dried drawn lips, horns laid aback, and eyes
Mad with the drouth, and thirst-tormented mouth,
  Down-thundering from his mountain cavern flies
          The bison in wild wise,        105
 
Questing a water channel. Bare and scrannel
  The trees droop, where the crows sit in a row
With beaks agape. The hot baboon and ape
  Climb chattering to the bush. The buffalo
          Bellows. And locusts go        110
 
Choking the wells. Far o’er the hills and dells
  Wanders th’ affrighted eye, beholding blasted
The pleasant grass: the forest’s leafy mass
  Wilted; its waters waned; its grace exhausted;
          Its creatures wasted.        115
 
Then leaps to view—blood-red and bright of hue—
  As blooms sprung new on the Kusumbha-Tree—
The wild-fire’s tongue, fanned by the wind, and flung
  Furiously forth; the palms, canes, brakes, you see
          Wrapped in one agony        120
 
Of lurid death! The conflagration, driven
  In fiery levin, roars from jungle caves;
Hisses and blusters through the bamboo clusters,
  Crackles across the curling grass, and drives
          Into the river waves        125
 
The forest folk! Dreadful that flame to see
  Coil from the cotton-tree—a snake of gold—
Violently break from root and trunk, to take
  The bending boughs and leaves in deadly hold
          Then passing—to enfold        130
 
New spoils! In herds, elephants, jackals, pards,
  For anguish of such fate their enmity
Laying aside, burst for the river wide
  Which flows between fair isles: in company
          As friends they madly flee!
*        *        *        *        *
        135
BUT Thee, my Best Beloved! may “Suchi” visit fair
With songs of secret waters cooling the quiet air,
Under blue buds of lotus beds, and pâtalas which shed
Fragrance and balm, while Moonlight weaves over thy happy head
Its silvery veil! So Nights and Days of Summer pass for thee        140
Amid the pleasure-palaces, with love and melody!
 
 
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