An Indian Love Song Poem by Sarojini Naidu

An Indian Love Song

Rating: 3.5


He

Lift up the veils that darken the delicate moon
of thy glory and grace,
Withhold not, O love, from the night
of my longing the joy of thy luminous face,
Give me a spear of the scented keora
guarding thy pinioned curls,
Or a silken thread from the fringes
that trouble the dream of thy glimmering pearls;
Faint grows my soul with thy tresses' perfume
and the song of thy anklets' caprice,
Revive me, I pray, with the magical nectar
that dwells in the flower of thy kiss.

She

How shall I yield to the voice of thy pleading,
how shall I grant thy prayer,
Or give thee a rose-red silken tassel,
a scented leaf from my hair?
Or fling in the flame of thy heart's desire the veils that cover my face,
Profane the law of my father's creed for a foe
of my father's race?
Thy kinsmen have broken our sacred altars and slaughtered our sacred kine,
The feud of old faiths and the blood of old battles sever thy people and mine.

He

What are the sins of my race, Beloved,
what are my people to thee?
And what are thy shrines, and kine and kindred,
what are thy gods to me?
Love recks not of feuds and bitter follies,
of stranger, comrade or kin,
Alike in his ear sound the temple bells
and the cry of the muezzin.
For Love shall cancel the ancient wrong
and conquer the ancient rage,
Redeem with his tears the memoried sorrow
that sullied a bygone age.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Anushka Shet 06 January 2010

very sweet poem i loved it.

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Surajit Banerjee 03 June 2014

Love recks not of feuds and bitter follies, of stranger, comrade or kin, Alike in his ear sound the temple bells and the cry of the muezzin. - What a superb & subtle feeling

19 14 Reply

The love and divine grace and subjects in the poem and to recite it is a good experience. Nice and awesome.

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Mahtab Bangalee 30 May 2018

Revive me, I pray, with the magical nectar that dwells in the flower of thy kiss. ..... Thy kinsmen have broken our sacred altars and slaughtered our sacred kine, The feud of old faiths and the blood of old battles sever thy people and mine. .............. What are the sins of my race, Beloved, what are my people to thee? And what are thy shrines, and kine and kindred, what are thy gods to me? greatly crafted the words

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kamal chouhan 26 July 2018

Add a comment.Nice poem

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moon.. akter.. 21 January 2020

nice..poem...thank...

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charulata aka reema 19 March 2019

Brilliantly versed mesmerizing nicely sautéed wonderously framed painted verbally

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Sapna 18 December 2018

Sarojini Ji ki poems poori desi hai

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yo yo 05 December 2018

hiìiiiiiiii

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Xander cage 17 November 2018

It was stupid nd it sucks.

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Sarojini Naidu

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Hyderabad / India
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