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Children, ye have not lived, to you it seemsLife is a lovely stalactite of dreams,Or carnival of careless joys that leapAbout your hearts like billows on the deepIn flames of amber and of amethyst. Children, ye have not lived, ye…
The serpents are asleep among the poppies,The fireflies light the soundless panther’s wayTo tangled paths where shy gazelles are straying,And parrot-plumes outshine the dying day.O soft! the lotus-buds upon the streamAre stirring like sweet maidens when they dream. A caste-mark…
Weavers, weaving at break of day,Why do you weave a garment so gay? . . .Blue as the wing of a halcyon wild,We weave the robes of a new-born child. Weavers, weaving at fall of night,Why do you weave a…
She Like a serpent to the calling voice of flutes,Glides my heart into thy fingers, O my Love!Where the night-wind, like a lover, leans aboveHis jasmine-gardens and sirisha-bowers;And on ripe boughs of many-coloured fruitsBright parrots cluster like vermilion flowers. He…
Eyes ravished with rapture, celestially panting, what passionate bosoms aflaming with fireDrink deep of the hush of the hyacinth heavens that glimmer around them in fountains of light;O wild and entrancing the strain of keen music that cleaveth the stars…
Here, O my heart, let us burn the dear dreams that are dead,Here in this wood let us fashion a funeral pyreOf fallen white petals and leaves that are mellow and red,Here let us burn them in noon’s flaming torches…
A kokila called from a henna-spray:Lira! liree! Lira! liree!Hasten, maidens, hasten awayTo gather the leaves of the henna-tree.Send your pitchers afloat on the tide,Gather the leaves ere the dawn be old,Grind them in mortars of amber and gold,The fresh green…
You flaunt your beauty in the rose, your glory in the dawn,Your sweetness in the nightingale, your white- ness in the swan. You haunt my waking like a dream, my slumber like a moon,Pervade me like a musky scent, possess…
Mens Voices: Lord of the lotus, lord of the harvest,Bright and munificent lord of the morn!Thine is the bounty that prospered our sowing,Thine is the bounty that nurtured our corn.We bring thee our songs and our garlands for tribute,The gold…
SHALT thou be conquered of a human fateMy liege, my lover, whose imperial headHath never bent in sorrow of defeat?Shalt thou be vanquished, whose imperial feetHave shattered armies and stamped empires dead?Who shall unking thee, husband of a queen?Wear thou…