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To My Children
Jaya SuryaGOLDEN sun of victory, bornIn my life's unclouded morn,In my lambent sky of love,May your growing glory proveSacred to your consecration,To..
© Sarojini Naidu
To India
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..
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The Illusion Of Love
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..
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The Pardah Nashin
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..
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The Royal Tombs Of Golconda
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..
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To A Buddha Seated On A Lotus
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..
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Ode To H.H. The Nizam Of Hyderabad
DEIGN, Prince, my tribute to receive,This lyric offering to your name,Who round your jewelled scepter bindThe lilies of a poet's fame;Beneath whose..
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The Poet To Death
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..
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The Poet's Love-Song
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..
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Nightfall In The City Of Hyderabad
SEE how the speckled sky burns like a pigeon's throat,Jewelled with embers of opal and peridote.See the white river that flashes and..
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Indian Love Song
SheLIKE 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..
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Wandering Singers
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..
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Damayante To Nala In The Hour Of Exile
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..
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Humayun To Zobeida (From The Urdu)
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..
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The Bangle Sellers
Bangle sellers are we who bearOur shining loads to the temple fair...Who will buy these delicate, brightRainbow-tinted circles of light?Lustrous..
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My Dead Dream
HAVE YOU found me, at last, O my Dream? Seven eons agoYou died and I buried you deep under forests of snow.Why have you come hither? Who bade you..
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In Praise Of Henna
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..
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The Queen's Rival
QUEEN GULNAAR sat on her ivory bed,Around her countless treasures were spread;Her chamber walls were richly inlaidWith agate, porphory, onyx and..
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Corn Grinders
O little mouse, why dost thou cryWhile merry stars laugh in the sky?Alas! alas! my lord is dead!Ah, who will ease my bitter pain?He went to seek a..
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Suttee
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..
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The Indian Gipsy
In tattered robes that hoard a glittering traceOf bygone colours, broidered to the knee,Behold her, daughter of a wandering race,Tameless, with the..
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Street Cries
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..
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A Rajput Love Song
(Parvati at her lattice)O Love! were you a basil-wreath to twineamong my tresses,A jewelled clasp of shining gold to bind around my sleeve,O Love!..
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Indian Dancer
EYES ravished with rapture, celestially panting, what passionate bosoms aflaming with fireDrink deep of the hush of the hyacinth heavens that glimmer..
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Transcience
Nay, do not grieve tho' life be full of sadness,Dawn will not veil her spleandor for your grief,Nor spring deny their bright, appointed beautyTo..
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