AutumnThe autumn comes, a maiden fairIn slenderness and grace,With nodding rice-stems in her hairAnd lilies in her face.In flowers of grasses she is clad;And as she moves along,Birds greet her with their cooing gladLike bracelets' tinkling song.

-Kālidāsa

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