Through clustering clouds the Lightning-Damsel doth peep to find,

If the Kadimi has blossomed quite or merely put forth leaf;

The lovely Mandara blooms and chants its welcome to the advancing bee;

Down the crested rocks, the lotus-eyed amorous stream runs swift

Into the arms of her Ocean-Lord;

The shyness of the ecstatic Earth-Maiden thrills

Through meadows of emerald-green;

Behold! the lofty music of the stringed clouds,

The peacock's joyous dance;

Verily, this festive grove is like unto the Dance-Academy

Of the Master of Dance!