Shukra anthem

Beauty grows into the sky

Like falling stars,

Like banana flowers

And patchouli oil scent.

 

Pulchritude of these souls

Is made of love and tenderness,

Charm and freedom.

 

Behind each move

There is a notion,

A rhythm, a long set of meanings.

 

The sky is full of stars

Which shine and shimmer

Like hot milk,

And night birds

Sing restlessly.

 

Gracious songs

Of birds and insects

Fill the air

 

In a jungle

Where we meet

For our first date.