Two Eastern Pictures (Gustav Holst)
- Editor: Douglas Walczak (submitted 2020-07-21). Score information: Letter, 11 pages, 152 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
First published: 1912
Original text and translations
Spring the warrior hither comes,
Bowstring formed by rows of bees.
And his darts tipp'd with buds
Wound our hearts with sweet lovelonging.
Now the trees put forth their flowers,
On the lakes the lilies fair
Show their heads midst the waves
Melting hearts with sweet lovelonging.
What fair maid can vie with Spring?
What sweet voice the cuckoo's song?
Or smiling teeth the jasmine's hue?
Or rosy lips the op'ning flowers?
Bending down with blushing buds,
Flaming mango branches wave
To and fro with the breeze
Filling hearts with sweet lovelonging.
And within the lotus flower
Dwells her love, the murm'ring bee
Who with kiss and embrace
Satisfies her sweet lovelonging.
Original text and translations may be found at The Summer (Gustav Holst).