AT YOUTH'S coronation, Kalidasa, You took your seat, your beloved by your side, in Love's primal paradise. Earth spread its emerald-green carpet beneath your feet, the sky held over your heads its canopy gold-embroidered; the seasons danced round you carrying their wine cups of varied allurements, the whole universe yielded itself to your loneliness of delight, leaving no trace of human sorrows and sufferings in the immense solitude of your bridal chamber. Suddenly God's curse descended from on high hurling its thunderbolt of separation upon the boundless detachment of youth's egotism. The seasons' ministry in a moment was ended When the veil was wrenched from love's isolation, and on the tear-misted sky appeared the pageantry of the rainy world of June across which journeyed the sad notes of your bereaved heart towards a distant dream.
A MESSAGE CAME from my youth of vanished days, saying, 1 wait for you among the quiverings of unborn May, where smiles ripen for tears and hours ache with songs unsung.' It says, 'Come to me across the worn-out track of age, through the gates of death. For dreams fade, hopes fail, the gathered fruits of the year decay, but I am the eternal truth, and you shall meet me again and again in your voyage of life from shore to shore.'
