In The Bazaars of Hyderabad (Sarojini Naidu Poems)
What do you sell O ye merchants ?Richly your wares are displayed.Turbans of crimson and silver,Tunics of purple brocade,Mirrors with ...
What do you sell O ye merchants ?Richly your wares are displayed.Turbans of crimson and silver,Tunics of purple brocade,Mirrors with ...
Cover mine eyes, O my Love! Mine eyes that are weary of bliss As of light that is poignant and ...
The new hath come and now the old retires: And so the past becomes a mountain-cell, Where lone, apart, old ...
HONEY, child, honey, child, whither are you going? Would you cast your jewels all to the breezes blowing? Would you ...
Mens Voices: LORD of the lotus, lord of the harvest, Bright and munificent lord of the morn! Thine is the ...
ONCE in the dream of a night I stood Lone in the light of a magical wood, Soul-deep in visions ...
WHERE the voice of the wind calls our wandering feet, Through echoing forest and echoing street, With lutes in our ...
You flaunt your beauty in the rose, your glory in the dawn, Your sweetness in the nightingale, your white- ness ...
WHEN dawn's first cymbals beat upon the sky, Rousing the world to labour's various cry, To tend the flock, to ...
A KOKILA called from a henna-spray: Lira! liree! Lira! liree! Hasten, maidens, hasten away To gather the leaves of the ...
LAMP of my life, the lips of Death Hath blown thee out with their sudden breath; Naught shall revive thy ...
Men say the world is full of fear and hate, And all life's ripening harvest-fields await The restless sickle of ...
IN tattered robes that hoard a glittering trace Of bygone colours, broidered to the knee, Behold her, daughter of a ...
HERE, O my heart, let us burn the dear dreams that are dead, Here in this wood let us fashion ...
HER life is a revolving dream Of languid and sequestered ease; Her girdles and her fillets gleam Like changing fires ...
EYES ravished with rapture, celestially panting, what passionate bosoms aflaming with fire Drink deep of the hush of the hyacinth ...
TARRY a while, O Death, I cannot die While yet my sweet life burgeons with its spring; Fair is my ...
Tell me no more of thy love, papeeha, Wouldst thou recall to my heart, papeeha, Dreams of delight that are ...
EYES ravished with rapture, celestially panting, what passionate bosoms aflaming with fire Drink deep of the hush of the hyacinth ...
In noon-tide hours, O Love, secure and strong, I need thee not; mad dreams are mine to bind The world ...
(Parvati at her lattice) O Love! were you a basil-wreath to twine among my tresses, A jewelled clasp of shining ...
She LIKE a serpent to the calling voice of flutes, Glides my heart into thy fingers, O my Love! Where ...
I MUSE among these silent fanes Whose spacious darkness guards your dust; Around me sleep the hoary plains That hold ...
LIKE this alabaster box whose art Is frail as a cassia-flower, is my heart, Carven with delicate dreams and wrought ...
WEAVERS, weaving at break of day, Why do you weave a garment so gay? . . . Blue as the ...
WHEN from my cheek I lift my veil, The roses turn with envy pale, And from their pierced hearts, rich ...
He Lift up the veils that darken the delicate moon of thy glory and grace, Withhold not, O love, from ...
THE serpents are asleep among the poppies, The fireflies light the soundless panther's way To tangled paths where shy gazelles ...
LORD BUDDHA, on thy Lotus-throne, With praying eyes and hands elate, What mystic rapture dost thou own, Immutable and ultimate? ...
Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow, The sunset hangs on a cloud; A golden storm of glittering ...
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