Whatever fellowship or visiting honour gets he,
But the things of Nagamandala
Not his own,
Of those nondescript poor and humble
Daredevil non-Aryan charmers of India
Worshipping Shiva, Kali,
Manasha,
Not of Karnad at all.
Everything is but herein, but the music,
The beat and melody of that music
Which made the West spell-bound
Is missing in him
As the things not his own,
of the village folks and the rustics,
The snake charmer playing the been
And the cobras hissing and hooded dancing
Is missing in him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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