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 grain has fed you?
Would you grieve the lover who is riding forth to wed you?
Mother mine, to the wild forest I am going,
Where upon the champa boughs the champa buds are blowing;
To the köil-haunted river-isles where lotus lilies glisten,
The voices of the fairy folk are calling me: O listen!
Honey, child, honey, child, the world is full of pleasure,
Of bridal-songs and cradle-songs and sandal-scented leisure.
Your bridal robes are in the loom, silver and saffron glowing,
Your bridal cakes are on the hearth: O whither are you going?
The bridal-songs and cradle-songs have cadences of sorrow,
The laughter of the sun to-day, the wind of death to-morrow.
Far sweeter sound the forest-notes where forest-streams are falling;
O mother mine, I cannot stay, the fairy-folk are calling.
written by Sarojini Naidu, published on Thu 06.23.2011 at 04:27
Rise, brothers, rise; the wakening skies pray to the morning light,Read poem...
written by Sarojini Naidu, published on Tue 03.15.2011 at 19:27
WHEN dawn's first cymbals beat upon the sky,
Rousing the world to labour's various cry,
written by Sarojini Naidu, published on Thu 02.17.2011 at 18:07
Nay, do not grieve tho' life be full of sadness,
Dawn will not veil her spleandor for your grief,
written by Sarojini Naidu, published on Wed 12.15.2010 at 02:05
THE serpents are asleep among the poppies,
The fireflies light the soundless panther's way
written by Sarojini Naidu, published on Fri 09.17.2010 at 23:06
O YOUNG through all thy immemorial years!
Rise, Mother, rise, regenerate from thy gloom,