A weblog by Jonathan Ali
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Friday, June 04, 2004 228 A cloth of darkness inlaid with fireflies; flashes of lightning; the mighty cloud mass guessed at from the roll of thunder; a trumpeting of elephants; an east wind scented by opening buds of ketaki, and falling rain: I know not how a man can bear the nights that hold all these, when separated from his love. -- From Sanskrit Poetry From Vidyakara's Treasury, translated by Daniel H. H. Ingalls. (Via Under the Fire Star.) posted by Jonathan | 1:46 PM 0 comments 0 Comments: |
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