Song of Sigiriya (Ashoka wanaye)
In the forest blooming with Ashoka flowers,There are ripened fruits — bring them to me.In the outer moat of Sigiriya,Water lilies bloom — gather them for me to wear. Come to Sigiriya…Come in secret. As long as the Ravana-hastha harp is played,As long as the Sinhala drums resound,Until the break of dawn,I can dance —I…