The Clouds

Their demigods rest in the shade of the clouds,

Which spread like a girdle below the peaks,

But when the rain disturbs them,

They fly to the sunlit summits...............................

All through the night the phosphorescent herbs,

Shine in the caverns with their glimmering radiance,

And light the loves,

Of hill women and their paramours............................

And the furious wind forever shaking the pines

Carries the spray from the torrents of the young rivers,

And refreshes the hunting hillman,

Blowing among his peacock plumes

Smell the most fragrant flowers of the forest,

And as you release your raindrops,

The girl of mountain tribe with long eyes

Will show you the way!!