“The autumn comes, a maiden fair In slenderness and grace, With nodding rice-stems in her hair And lilies in her face. In flowers of grasses she is clad; And as she moves along, Birds greet her with their cooing glad Like bracelets' tinkling song.” FacesMovingSongGraceFlowerHairBirdFairsGladGrassAutumnStemRiceLiliesMaidensNoddingBracelet Book:Kalidasa translations of Shakuntala, and other works Source: Kalidasa translations of Shakuntala, and other works