I came in touch with his great poetry only when I had the opportunity to read Meghadootam in Sanskrit and also Kumarasambhavam. He would be regarded as world's greatest poet in Sanskrit as wellas of ancient civilisations.
He is simply Incomparable.
HE 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.