Sarojini Naidu

(13 February 1879 - 2 March 1949 / Hyderabad / India)

Autumn Song - Poem by Sarojini Naidu

Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,
   The sunset hangs on a cloud;
A golden storm of glittering sheaves,
Of fair and frail and fluttering leaves,
   The wild wind blows in a cloud.

Hark to a voice that is calling
   To my heart in the voice of the wind:
My heart is weary and sad and alone,
For its dreams like the fluttering leaves have gone,
   And why should I stay behind?

Comments about Autumn Song by Sarojini Naidu

  • (5/19/2018 4:59:00 AM)

    I have no word s for this poem .I would say that it is the Best (Report) Reply

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  • (5/6/2018 2:57:00 AM)

    Very very nice poem. (Report) Reply

  • (4/30/2018 12:20:00 AM)

    Very nice poem . (Report) Reply

  • (2/28/2018 10:38:00 AM)

    why was it made? ? ? why was it made? ? ? why was it made? ? ? why was it made? ? ? why was it made? ? ? why was it made? ? ? why was it made? ? ? why was it made? ? ? why was it made? ? ? (Report) Reply

  • (2/13/2018 9:56:00 AM)

    Beautiful. (Report) Reply

  • (2/9/2018 10:50:00 AM)

    Heart touching. interesting. .. (Report) Reply

  • (1/28/2018 8:29:00 AM)

    Classy.... (Report) Reply

  • (1/28/2018 8:29:00 AM)

    Classy.... (Report) Reply

  • (1/28/2018 1:25:00 AM)

    Wonderful piece of art..... (Report) Reply

  • (1/3/2018 12:47:00 AM)

    Very good (Report) Reply

  • Alison Mujati (12/31/2017 4:19:00 AM)

    Leaves have gone why should i stay hehind..... A good piece of art (Report) Reply

  • Hassan Hayati (9/12/2017 11:42:00 PM)

    This is Art. What we always see, this poet writes down beautifully with her words, fantastic. (Report) Reply

  • Fabrizio Frosini (4/24/2016 7:30:00 AM)

    here is Naidu's beautiful poem, translated into my language - Italian:

    'Canto d'Autunno'

    Come una gioia al centro di un dolore,
    Il tramonto è appeso ad una nuvola;
    Una tempesta dorata di scintillanti covoni,
    Di simili, fragili, svolazzanti foglie,
    Che il vento selvaggio fonde in una nuvola.

    Ascolto la voce che grida
    Al mio cuore con la voce del vento:
    Il mio cuore è stanco e triste e solo,
    Perchè i suoi sogni si sono dispersi come le foglie svolazzanti,
    Perché io dovrei restare?

    ('Autumn Song' by Sarojini Naidu)
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  • Sarojini Pattayat (10/14/2012 3:30:00 AM)

    she was painting her poems with deep emotion, so close to heart. (Report) Reply

  • Aziz Alkaabi (8/25/2012 2:31:00 PM)

    It is sad to publish this jewl and receive just a single comment! the world is lauded with ignorance! (Report) Reply

  • (1/17/2006 8:53:00 AM)

    the song is awsome foolishowla (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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