No ornaments adorn
the glowing moon.
Stars are scattered
through the sky.
Love’s bow is frozen now,
and the dark lotus
The cuckoo’s moans
have melted to a gentle stillness,
the mild breathing of the breeze.
The campaka vine with its round clusters
has ceased its rhythmic swaying, and
beyond all this there is nothing
I can know.
translated by Velcheru Narayana Rao and David Shulman