SRI AUROBINDO
Translations
from Sanskrit and Other Languages
II. From Bengali
XI
How shall I tell of Caanou’s beauty bright?
Men will believe it a vision of the night.
As lightning was his saffron garment blown
Over the beautiful cloud-limbs half shown.
His coal-black curls assumed with regal grace
A peacock’s plume above that moonlike face.
And such a fragrance fierce the mad wind wafts
Love wakes and trembles for his flowery shafts.
Yea, what shall words do, friend? Love’s whole estate
Exhausted was that wonder to create.