Saturday, October 11, 2014

Ode to summer

(113)  Vishakhatanay vaeshakh tumi

You are Vaesháka,[1] son of Vishákha.[2]
You have come with the radiance of Bhaerava.[3]
On each and every earthly atom,
You have imposed Your destructive flow.

By dust storms, all is now turned gray;
Verdure's beauty is well-nigh destroyed.
On the burning soil and withered grass,
You rapidly imprinted your season's identity.

The river's water flow has dwindled.
Cloudless nights are flooded with stars.
The one at whose pleasure everything exists—
You have brought Him in marvelous form.

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