In the Kadamba Grove

"In the kadamba grove what man is (that) standing?

What sort of word coming is this:

the plough of whose meaning has penetrated startlingly the path of hearing?

With a hint of union, with its manner of penetrating

making one well-nigh mad:

My mind is agitated,

it cannot be still,

streams flow from my eyes:

I know not what manner of man

it is who utters such words:

I see him not, my heart is perturbed,

I cannot stay in the house:

My soul rests not,

it flutters to and fro in hope of seeing him:

When she sees him,

she will find her soul, quoth Urdbab Dâs."

From:

STUDIES IN BENGALI POETRY OF THE FIFTEENTH AND SIXTEENTH CENTURIES.

BY JOHN BEAMES, J.C.S., M.R.A.S. &c.

and Project Guthenburg