Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
The Bangle Sellers
Bangle sellers are we who bearOur shining loads to the temple fair...Who will buy these delicate, brightRainbow-tinted circles of light?Lustrous..
© Sarojini Naidu
My Dead Dream
HAVE YOU found me, at last, O my Dream? Seven eons agoYou died and I buried you deep under forests of snow.Why have you come hither? Who bade you..
© Sarojini Naidu
In Praise Of Henna
A KOKILA called from a henna-spray:Lira! liree! Lira! liree!Hasten, maidens, hasten awayTo gather the leaves of the henna-tree.Send your pitchers..
© Sarojini Naidu
The Queen's Rival
QUEEN GULNAAR sat on her ivory bed,Around her countless treasures were spread;Her chamber walls were richly inlaidWith agate, porphory, onyx and..
© Sarojini Naidu
Corn Grinders
O little mouse, why dost thou cryWhile merry stars laugh in the sky?Alas! alas! my lord is dead!Ah, who will ease my bitter pain?He went to seek a..
© Sarojini Naidu
Suttee
LAMP of my life, the lips of DeathHath blown thee out with their sudden breath;Naught shall revive thy vanished spark . . .Love, must I dwell in the..
© Sarojini Naidu
The Indian Gipsy
In tattered robes that hoard a glittering traceOf bygone colours, broidered to the knee,Behold her, daughter of a wandering race,Tameless, with the..
© Sarojini Naidu
Street Cries
WHEN dawn's first cymbals beat upon the sky,Rousing the world to labour's various cry,To tend the flock, to bind the mellowing grain,From ardent toil..
© Sarojini Naidu
A Rajput Love Song
(Parvati at her lattice)O Love! were you a basil-wreath to twineamong my tresses,A jewelled clasp of shining gold to bind around my sleeve,O Love!..
© Sarojini Naidu
Indian Dancer
EYES ravished with rapture, celestially panting, what passionate bosoms aflaming with fireDrink deep of the hush of the hyacinth heavens that glimmer..
© Sarojini Naidu
Transcience
Nay, do not grieve tho' life be full of sadness,Dawn will not veil her spleandor for your grief,Nor spring deny their bright, appointed beautyTo..
© Sarojini Naidu
Past And Future
The new hath come and now the old retires:And so the past becomes a mountain-cell,Where lone, apart, old hermit-memories dwellIn consecrated calm..
© Sarojini Naidu
Village Song
HONEY, child, honey, child, whither are you going?Would you cast your jewels all to the breezes blowing?Would you leave the mother who on golden..
© Sarojini Naidu
Leili
The serpents are asleep among the poppies,The fireflies light the soundless panther's wayTo tangled paths where shy gazelles are straying,And..
© Sarojini Naidu
Harvest Hymn
Mens Voices:LORD of the lotus, lord of the harvest,Bright and munificent lord of the morn!Thine is the bounty that prospered our sowing,Thine is the..
© Sarojini Naidu
Song Of A Dream
ONCE in the dream of a night I stoodLone in the light of a magical wood,Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like sprang;And spirits of Truth were the..
© Sarojini Naidu
In Salutation To The Eternal Peace
Men say the world is full of fear and hate,And all life's ripening harvest-fields awaitThe restless sickle of relentless fate.But I, sweet Soul..
© Sarojini Naidu
Alabaster
LIKE this alabaster box whose artIs frail as a cassia-flower, is my heart,Carven with delicate dreams and wroughtWith many a subtle and exquisite..
© Sarojini Naidu
Life
CHILDREN, ye have not lived, to you it seemsLife is a lovely stalactite of dreams,Or carnival of careless joys that leapAbout your hearts like..
© Sarojini Naidu
In The Bazaars Of Hyderabad
What do you sell O ye merchants ?Richly your wares are displayed.Turbans of crimson and silver,Tunics of purple brocade,Mirrors with panels of..
© Sarojini Naidu
Ecstasy
Cover mine eyes, O my Love!Mine eyes that are weary of blissAs of light that is poignant and strongO silence my lips with a kiss,My lips that are..
© Sarojini Naidu
Cradle Song
From groves of spice,O'er fields of rice,Athwart the lotus-stream,I bring for you,Aglint with dewA little lovely dream.Sweet, shut your eyes,The wild..
© Sarojini Naidu
A Love Song From The North
Tell me no more of thy love, papeeha,Wouldst thou recall to my heart, papeeha,Dreams of delight that are gone,When swift to my side came the feet of..
© Sarojini Naidu
In The Forest
HERE, O my heart, let us burn the dear dreams that are dead,Here in this wood let us fashion a funeral pyreOf fallen white petals and leaves that are..
© Sarojini Naidu
An Indian Love Song
HeLift up the veils that darken the delicate moonof thy glory and grace,Withhold not, O love, from the nightof my longing the joy of thy luminous..
© Sarojini Naidu