canopy where the white jasmine, Blends with the rose, That blends with the rose, Bank in bloom, fresh morning, On the flowering bank, laughing in the morning, Call us together. Come, let us drift down together. Ah! Let's glide along Let us gently glide along; For its enchanting flow The fleeing current; Let us follow the fleeing current; On the rippling surface, On the rippling surface, With a nonchalant hand, With a nonchalant hand, Let's go to the shore, Come, let's go to the shore Where the bird sings, Where the spring sleeps. the bird, the bird sings. And the bird, the bird sings. Thick dome, white jasmine, Under the dense canopy, Under the white jasmine, Together call us! Ah! Let's drift down together! Singable English Come, Mallika, the flowering vines Their shadows now are throwing Along the sacred stream, That calmly here is flowing; Enlivened by the songs of birds among the pines. O mistress, dear! 't is now – When I behold you smiling, In this blest hour, no cares beguiling, That your oft-closed heart I may read, Lakmé! 'Neath the dome, the jasmine 'Neath the leafy dome, where the jasmine white To the roses comes greeting, To the roses comes greeting, By flower banks, fresh and bright, On the flow'rd bank, gay in morning light, Come, and join we their meeting. Come, and join we their meeting. Ah! we'll glide with the tide, Slowly on we'll glide floating with the tide, On we'll ride away; On the stream we'll ride away; Through wavelets shimm'ring brightly, Through wavelets shimm'ring brightly, Carelessly rowing lightly, Carelessly rowing lightly, Reach we the steeps We'll reach soon the steeps Where the birds warble, Where the fountain sleeps. warble, the birds sprightly. Where warble the birds sprightly. 'Neath the dome rowers unite, 'Neath the leafy dome, where the jasmine white, Come and join we their meeting! Come and join we their meeting! But, why my heart's swift terror invested, Doth not yet appear, When my father 'lone goes to your city detested, I tremble, I tremble with fear. May the god, Ganesa, keep him from dangers, Till he arrives at the pool just in view, Where wild swans, those snowy wing'd strangers, Come to devour the lotus blue. Yes, where the wild swans, those snowy wing'd strangers, Come to feed on lotus blue. 'Neath the dome, jasmines white 'Neath the leafy dome, where