WHITHER dost thou hide from the magic of my flute-call?
In what moonlight-tangled meshes of perfume,
Where the clustering keovas guard the squirrel's slumber,
Where the deep woods glimmer with the jasmine's bloom?
I'll feed thee, O beloved, on milk and wild red honey,
I'll bear thee in a basket of rushes, green and white,
To a palace-bower where golden-vested maidens
Thread with mellow laughter the petals of delight.
Whither dost thou loiter, by what murmuring hollows,
Where oleanders scatter their ambrosial fire?
Come, thou subtle bride of my mellifluous wooing,
Come, thou silver-breasted moonbeam of de- sire!
I can feel the magic of the flute of the snake charmer through this wonderful poem!
Congratulations being chosen as the Classic Poem Of The Day. Truly the archaic phrases make the poem loveliest. I like to read this poem time and again.It does good to my nerves.5 Stars! I hope that my comment will stay here.
I'll feed thee, O beloved, on milk and wild red honey, I'll bear thee in a basket of rushes, green and white, To a palace-bower where golden-vested maidens Thread with mellow laughter the petals of delight. The snake charmer is a common scene on the roads of India. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The petals of delight we see and feel through golden appearance. A great poem of the day is very well penned with greater delight.