Tag: jayadeva
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the first day of spring.
When winsome westerly winds caress comely creeping cloves As bumblebees’ buzz-buzzing and cuckoos’ coo-cooing resound in huts, in coves, in groves, In springtime, the sensual season so langorously long for forlorn lovers, Krishna strays and plays, my friend, dancing with young girls. The poem by the Sanskrit poet Jayadeva, describes Krishna in spring. Spring the…