The stars that twinkle in the skies–

Whence do they come when day light dies?

Like Parijata blooms in dawn

Strewn upon our lovely lawn,

These stars are strewn amid the skies

When evening's tinted glories rise;

All strewn there now in radiant bloom,–

But tell me, mother mine, by whom?

"The home of Gods is there above,"

You gave me once these words of love!

The Parijata tree in bloom

Before their home,–does it illume

Heaven's lawn with blossoms shed around?

I know,–these blooms as stars are found!

Blooming, blooming, night by night

They make me glow with sweet delight!

But see! Our Parijata here

Puts forth its blooms that, frail and sere,

Will soon be gone; yet day by day

No skiey blooms will fade away

But bloom and bloom so beautiful,

Light-laden and with splendour full!

Make me grow soon! Let me rise

To bring the blossoms, reach the skies!

Make me grow Soon that I may

Go and gather day by day

The starry blossoms; I will make

A wreath of them for your dear sake,

And throw it round you and in glee

Your heavenly beauty fondly see.