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Where the voice of the wind calls our wandering feet,Through echoing forest and echoing street,With lutes in our hands ever-singing we roam,All men are our kindred, the world is our home.Our lays are of cities whose lustre is shed,The laughter…
O youth, sweet comrade Youth, wouldst thou be gone?Long have we dwelt together, thou and I;Together drunk of many an alien dawn,And plucked the fruit of many an alien sky. Ah, fickle friend, must I, who yesterdayDreamed forwards to long,…
Unwilling priestess in thy cruel fane,Long hast thou held me, pitiless god of Pain,Bound to thy worship by reluctant vows,My tired breast girt with suffering, and my browsAnointed with perpetual weariness.Long have I borne thy service, through the stressOf rigorous…
Nay, no longer I may hold you,In my spirit’s soft caresses,Nor like lotus-leaves enfold youIn the tangles of my tresses.Fairy fancies, fly awayTo the white cloud-wildernesses,Fly away! Nay, no longer ye may lingerWith your laughter-lighted faces,Now I am a thought-worn…
Jaya Surya GOLDEN sun of victory, bornIn my life’s unclouded morn,In my lambent sky of love,May your growing glory proveSacred to your consecration,To my heart and to my nation.Sun of victory, may you beSun of song and liberty. Padmaja Lotus-maiden,…
O young through all thy immemorial years!Rise, Mother, rise, regenerate from thy gloom,And, like a bride high-mated with the spheres,Beget new glories from thine ageless womb! The nations that in fettered darkness weepCrave thee to lead them where great mornings…
Lord Buddha, on thy Lotus-throne,With praying eyes and hands elate,What mystic rapture dost thou own,Immutable and ultimate?What peace, unravished of our ken,Annihilate from the world of men? The wind of change for ever blowsAcross the tumult of our way,To-morrow’s unborn…
When from my cheek I lift my veil,The roses turn with envy pale,And from their pierced hearts, rich with pain,Send forth their fragrance like a wail. Or if perchance one perfumed tressBe lowered to the wind’s caress,The honeyed hyacinths complain,And…
Wither dost thou hide from the magic of my flute-call?In what moonlight-tangled meshes of perfume,Where the clustering keovas guard the squirrel’s slumber,Where the deep woods glimmer with the jasmine’s bloom? I’ll feed thee, O beloved, on milk and wild red…
I muse among these silent fanesWhose spacious darkness guards your dust;Around me sleep the hoary plainsThat hold your ancient wars in trust. I pause, my dreaming spirit hears,Across the wind’s unquiet tides,The glimmering music of your spears,The laughter of your…