When a leaf quivers or a feather falls,
Suspecting your coming,
She spreads out the bed
And waits long in meditation.
Making her bed of ornaments and fantasies,
She evokes a hundred details of you
In her own graceful play.
But the frail girl will not survive
Tonight without you.
"Indolent Krishna" , 6ª parte de "Gita Govinda", séc. XII (foto: Pedro Nossol)