She br br LIKE a serpent to the calling voice of flutes, br Glides my heart into thy fingers, O my Love! br Where the night-wind, like a lover, leans above br His jasmine-gardens and sirisha-bowers; br And on ripe boughs of many-coloured fruits br Bright parrots cluster like vermilion flowers. br br br He br br Like the perfume in the petals of a rose, br Hides thy heart within my bosom, O my love! br Like a garland, like a jewel, like a dove br That hangs its nest in the asoka-tree. br Lie still, O love, until the morning sows br Her tents of gold on fields of ivory.