Winter's here

I read these lines sumwhere..i dont remember where....

Stacks of ripe rice and

sugarcane cover the earth

the air rings with the hidden

calls of carlews

love grows exuberant

dear to lovely women

witner is now here

here now, my love.

People close their windows tight

lights fire

keep warm in the sun and

wear heavy garments.

Neither liquid sandal

chilled by moonbeams

nor breezes cool with fallin dew

nor terraces of mansion

bright with the

autumnal moon,

delight the mind at

this time of the year.

Cold,cold,with heavy

dews falling thick,

and colder yet with the

moonbeams icy glitter

lit with ethereal

beauty with wan stars

these nights have no

comfort or joy to people.

Wives eager for love

their lotus faces

fragrant with

flower-wine,enter their

chamber aromatic

with the incense of

black aloes,taking

betel-rolls and garland

and hot perfumes....

This wintry season

that abounds with sweet

rice,and sugarcane,

and mounds of dark

palm-sugar dainties

when love waxes proud

and love's sport is

at fever pitch;

when the anguish is

intense of parted lovers

May this season be to

you ever auspicious.