MYSTIC LOVE SONG FROM “THIRTY INDIAN SONGS”
Quietly come, O Beauty, come!
O! cups of wine I’ll fill for thee.
Come to our house, O Beauty, come;
Come as a guest, O Beauty, come:
Quietly come, O Beauty, come!
Borders twain thy veil adorn;
At early dawn, O Beauty, rise—
Quietly come, O Beauty, come!
A silken border thy veil adorns;
Father has sent thee a cradle of bells—
Quietly come, O Beauty, come!
Hast thou come from the heavens, O lovely bird?
Wilt come by thyself, or a snare shall I spread?
Quietly come, O Beauty, come!
He who made this golden bracelet,
Was he only a goldsmith and never a master of craft?
Quietly come, O Beauty, come!
Ananda Coomaraswamy.
THE PUNJAB AUTUMN: THE SEASON OF THE COOLING DEW
(Composed on the birthday of Guru Nanak, 1916)
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The piping of the rain-birds has ceased,
Dadar and peepiya are silent now,
The dance of the peacock is over,
It is the season of the cooling dew!
The dew is falling everywhere,
And wet is every rose.
The gentle breath of heaven blows.