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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428280" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Cloud Messenger - Part 03</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the palaces are worthy of comparison to you in these various aspects:<br>you possess lightning, they have lovely women; you have a rainbow, they are<br>furnished with pictures; they have music provided by resounding drums, you<br>produce deep, gentle rumbling; you have water within, they have floors made<br>of gemstones; you are lofty, their rooftops touch the sky;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where there are decorative lotuses in the hands of the young wives; fresh<br>jasmine woven into their hair; where the beauty of their faces is made whiter<br>by the pollen of lodhra flowers; in the thick locks on their crowns are fresh<br>kurubaka flowers; on their ears charming shirisa flowers; and on the parting<br>of their hair, nipa flowers that bloom on your arrival;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the trees, humming with intoxicated bees, are always in flower; the lily<br>pools, having rows of wild geese as waistbands, always produce lotuses;<br>where the tails of the tame peacocks, their necks upstretched to cry out, are<br>always resplendent; and where the evenings are perpetually moonlit and<br>pleasant, and darkness has been banished;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the tears of the lords of wealth are of utmost joy, having no other<br>cause, there being no suffering other than that caused by the flower-arrowed<br>god which is to be assuaged by union with the desired one; where there is<br>separation other than that arising from lovers’ quarrels; and where there is<br>indeed no age other than youth;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where yakshas, having assembled on the upper terraces of the palace, made of<br>crystal, accompanied by their excellent womenfolk, enjoy ratiphalam wine<br>produced by a wish-fulfilling tree, while drums whose sound resembles your<br>deep thunder are beaten softly;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the girls fanned by breezes cooled by the waters of the Mandakini<br>river, the heat dispelled by the shade of the mandara trees that grow on its<br>banks, are urges by the gods to play with jewels hidden by burying them with<br>clenched fists in the golden sands and which are to be searched for;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the handfuls of powder flung by those red-lipped women bewildered<br>by shame when their lovers passionately pull away their linen garments, the<br>ties of which have been loosened and undone by restless hands, although they<br>reach the long-rayed jewel-lamps, they fail to extinguish them;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where ragged clouds, like yourself, brought to the upper stories of the palaces<br>by the leader of the wind, having committed the misdeed of shedding<br>raindrops on a painting, cleverly imitating puffs of smoke, flee immediately<br>by way of the lattices as if filled with dread;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where at night the moonstones, hanging from a web of threads and shedding<br>full drops of water under the influence of moonbeams bright since the removal<br>of your obstruction, dispel the physical langour after sexual enjoyment on the<br>part of the women who are freed from the embraces of their lovers’ arms;<br>Where lovers, with inexhaustible treasure their residences, together with the<br>kinnaras who sing with sweet voices of the glory of the lord of wealth,<br>accompanied by celestial courtesans, engage in conversation and enjoy<br>everyday the outer grove known as Vaibhraja;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where at sunrise the route taken by women the previous night is indicated by<br>mandara flowers with torn petals that were shaken from their hair by the<br>movement of their walking, by the golden lotuses that slipped from behind<br>their ears, and by necklaces of strings of pearls the threads of which broke<br>upon their breasts;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where a single wish-fulfilling tree produces every adornment for women:<br>coloured garments, wine which is suitable for introducing an amorous<br>playfulness to the eyes, flowers together with buds which are distinctive<br>among ornaments, and red lac dye suitable for application to their lotus-like<br>feet;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where horses, as dark as leaves, rival the steeds of the sun; where elephants,<br>as tall as mountains, pour forth showers, like you, from the pores of their<br>temples; and where the foremost warriors stood in battle against the ten-faced<br>one, the splendour of their ornmanets surpassed by the scars of the wounds<br>from Candrahasa;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the god of love does not generally carry his bow strung with bees,<br>knowing that the god who is the friend of the lord of wealth dwells there in<br>person: his task is accomplished by the amorous play of talented women<br>whose glances are cast by means of curved eyebrows and which are not in<br>vain among the objects of their desire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There, to the north of the residence of the lord of wealth, our home is to be<br>recognised from afar by an arched portal as lovely as a rainbow, near which a<br>young mandara tree, caused to bow down by bunches of flowers that may be<br>touched by the hand, is cherished by my beloved like an adopted son.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And within is a pool the steps of which are studded with emerald stone, filled<br>with flowering golden lotuses whose stalks are of smooth chrysoberyl. On its<br>waters the geese that have take up residence there do not think of Lake Manas<br>close at hand, and are free from sorrow, having seen you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On its bank there is a pleasure hill whose summit is studded with fine<br>sapphires, beautiful to behold with a hedge of golden plantain trees. Having<br>seen you, O friend, with flashing lightning, near at hand, I recall that mountain<br>with a despondent mind, thinking, ‘It is enjoyed by my spouse’.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here is a red ashoka with trembling buds and a charming kesara near a hedge<br>of kurubaka and a bower of madhavi. One desires (as I do) the touch of your<br>friend’s left foot. The other longs for a mouthful of wine from her, having as<br>its pretext a craving.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And between these is a golden perch with a crystal base, studded at its foot<br>with gems that shine like half-grown bamboo, on which rests your friend the<br>blue-necked one, who, at the day’s end, is caused to dance by my beloved<br>with claps of her hands, made pleasant by the jingling of her bracelets.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Having seen the figures of Shanka and Padma painted near the door, by<br>these signs preserved in yout heart, O noble one, you may distinguish the<br>residence, now reduced in beauty because of my absence. Indeed, at the<br>setting of the sun, even the lotus does not display its own splendour.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Having shrunk at once to the size of a small elephant for the sake of a swift<br>descent, resting on the pleasure mountain with lovely peaks that I have<br>mentioned, please cast your gaze in the form of a flickering bolt of faint<br>lightning upon the interior of the house, like the glow of a swarm of fire-flies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Kalidasa">Kalidasa</a><div class=q>
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