by Kalidasa (flourished 5th century)
Translation by Gustav Holst (1874 - 1934)

Language: English  after the Sanskrit (संस्कृतम्) 
Available translation(s): DUT
Spring the warrior hither comes,
bowstring formed by rows of bees.
And his darts tipp'd with buds
wound our hearts with sweet lovelonging.
Now the trees put forth their flowers,
on the lakes the lilies fair
show their heads midst the waves
melting hearts with sweet lovelonging.
What fair maid can vie with spring?
What sweet voice the cuckoo's song?
Or smiling teeth the jasmine's hue?
Or rosy lips the op'ning flowers?
Bending down with blushing buds,
flaming mango branches wave
to and fro with the breeze
filling hearts with sweet lovelonging.
And within the lotus flower
dwells her love, the murm'ring bee
who with kiss and embrace
satisfies her sweet lovelonging.


Based on

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) (Corien Sleeswijk) , title 1: "Lente", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Researcher for this text: Corien Sleeswijk

This text was added to the website: 2010-12-28
Line count: 20
Word count: 112