A beautiful poem, I can hear a song as I read.
Tender night overflows at the brim;
Monsoon sings at its full-throated ease.
The moon is on her splendid throne,
Aboard the purple-stained clouds;
Her buoyant spirit, in the light-waving breeze.
Musk-roses filled with dewy wine,
Wink with beaded bubbles through the green.
Winged-thieves with lustrous eyes,
Pine for scented beauty from the forests dim.
Plaintive souls cease to be, fade away unseen–
Endowed with unbodied joy under a bower serene.