Song Three*

WHEN WINSOME westerly winds*
caress comely creeping cloves
As bumblebees’ buzz-buzzing and cuckoos’ coo-cooing
resound in huts, in coves, in groves,
In springtime, the sensual season so languorously
long for forlorn lovers,
Krishna strays and plays, my friend,
dancing with young girls.

Refrain

When woeful women wail in want,
lovelorn for lovers long away,
As bakula bud bouquets burgeon into bloom
with bumblebees in broad array,
In springtime, the sensual season so languorously
long for forlorn lovers,
Krishna strays and plays, my friend,
dancing with young girls.

1.30

When blackwood trees, thick-topped, tremble,
madly moved by a musky zest,
As flame flower petals form Love’s fingernails
clawing at each tender breast,
In springtime, the sensual season so languorously
long for forlorn lovers,
Krishna strays and plays, my friend,
dancing with young girls.