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Queen Gulnaar sat on her ivory bed,Around her countless treasures were spread; Her chamber walls were richly inlaidWith agate, porphory, onyx and jade; The tissues that veiled her delicate breast,Glowed with the hues of a lapwing’s crest; But still she…
In noon-tide hours, O Love, secure and strong,I need thee not; mad dreams are mine to bindThe world to my desire, and hold the windA voiceless captive to my conquering song.I need thee not, I am content with these:Keep silence…
Tarry a while, O Death, I cannot dieWhile yet my sweet life burgeons with its spring;Fair is my youth, and rich the echoing boughsWhere dhadikulas sing. Tarry a while, O Death, I cannot dieWith all my blossoming hopes unharvested,My joys…
Her life is a revolving dreamOf languid and sequestered ease;Her girdles and her fillets gleamLike changing fires on sunset seas;Her raiment is like morning mist,Shot opal, gold and amethyst. From thieving light of eyes impure,From coveting sun or wind’s caress,Her…
In tattered robes that hoard a glittering traceOf bygone colours, broidered to the knee,Behold her, daughter of a wandering race,Tameless, with the bold falcon’s agile grace,And the lithe tiger’s sinuous majesty. With frugal skill her simple wants she tends,She folds…
Beloved, you may be as all men sayOnly a transient sparkOf flickering flame set in loam of clay—I care not … since you kindle all my darkWith the immortal lustres of the day. And as all men deem, dearest, you…
“Is there ought you need that my hands withhold,Rich gifts of raiment or grain or gold?Lo ! I have flung to the East and the WestPriceless treasures torn from my breast,And yielded the sons of my stricken wombTo the drum-beats…
Bangle sellers are we who bearOur shining loads to the temple fair…Who will buy these delicate, brightRainbow-tinted circles of light?Lustrous tokens of radiant lives,For happy daughters and happy wives. Some are meet for a maiden’s wrist,Silver and blue as the…
Lamp of my life, the lips of DeathHath blown thee out with their sudden breath;Naught shall revive thy vanished spark . . .Love, must I dwell in the living dark? Tree of my life, Death’s cruel footHath crushed thee down…
When dawn’s first cymbals beat upon the sky,Rousing the world to labour’s various cry,To tend the flock, to bind the mellowing grain,From ardent toil to forge a little gain,And fasting men go forth on hurrying feet,Buy bread, buy bread, rings…