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Rabindranath Tagore,Jaluluddin Rumi

Indian Love Poetry

Love is a universal feeling but a few lines of musings from a poet — assembled words perhaps softly spoken — can express a romance or desire that if we don't yet have we'd probably like to. And so poets have burnished their dreams throughout history and across the globe, in every culture past and present. For most of us Indian Love Poetry tends to be the erotic and explicit Kama Sutra and The Perfumed Garden. Or the epic adventures in rather grander volumes such as The Epic Of Gilamesh or the Mahabrarata. But this Indian Love Poetry explores an altogether softer, gentler more soulful side. Many of the poems you will hear are by writers now forgotten or obscure but whose words speak with a clarity and beauty that belies the fact thy were written and translated, in some cases, many centuries ago from Sanskrit and Tamil and later Hindi, Urdu, Malayalam and Bengali. This selection includes such famed poets as Tagore and Rumi who carefully document observed facets and flakes of love. Men speak about their love and longing for a woman and, more unusually for its time, women speak of their love and longing for men. It's a special and unique compilation and whilst new and different is something we can still share and understand. Many of these poems are also available on our audiobook version at iTunes, Amazon and other digital stores.
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    Elizabette Nikiforovahar citeretfor 8 måneder siden
    O Moses! the lovers of fair rites are one class,
    They whose hearts and souls burn with Love, another
    Jasmin Parkerhar citeretfor 5 år siden
    With sunshine and the sea.

    The Music Of Love
    Hail to thee, then, O Love, sweet madness!
    Thou who healest all our infirmities!
    Who art the Physician of our pride and self-conceit!
    Who art our Plato and our Galen!
    Love exalts our earthly bodies to heaven,
    And makes the very hills to dance with joy!
    O lover, 'twas Love that gave life to Mount Sinai,
    When "it quaked, and Moses fell down in a swoon."
    Did my Beloved only touch me with His lips,
    I too, like a flute, would burst out into melody.

    Song Of Ramesram, Temple Girl
    Now is the season of my youth,
    Not thus shall I always be,
    Listen, dear Lord, thou too art young,
    Take thy pleasure with me.
    My hair is straight as the falling rain,
    And fine as morning mist,
    I am a rose awaiting thee
    That none have touched or kissed.

    Do as thou wilt with mine and me,
    Beloved, I only pray,
    Follow the promptings of thy youth.
    Let there be no delay!

    A leaf that flutters upon the bough,
    A moment, and it is gone,--
    A bubble amid the fountain spray,--
    Ah, pause, and think thereon;
    For such is youth and its passing bloom
    That wait for thee this hour,
    If aught in thy heart incline to me
    Ah, stoop and pluck thy flower!

    Come, my Lord, to the temple shade,
    Where cooling fountains play,
    If aught in thy heart incline to love
    Let there be no delay!
    Jasmin Parkerhar citeretfor 5 år siden
    Unending Love

    Speak To Me, My Love!
    Speak to me, my love! Tell me in words what you sang.
    The night is dark. The stars are lost in clouds.
    The wind is sighing through the leaves.
    I will let loose my hair.
    My blue cloak will cling round me like the night.
    I will clasp your head to my bosom;
    And there in the sweet loneliness murmur on your heart.
    I will shut my eyes and listen.
    I will not look in your face.
    When your words are ended, we will sit still and silent.
    Only the trees will whisper in the dark.
    [The night will pale.] The day will dawn.
    We shall look at each other's eyes and go on our different paths.
    Speak to me, my love! Tell me in words what you sang.

    My Desire
    Fate has given me many a gift
    To which men most aspire,
    Lovely, precious and costly things,
    But not my heart's desire.

    Many a man has a secret dream
    Of where his soul would be,
    Mine is a low verandah'd house
    In a tope beside the sea.

    Over the roof tall palms should wave,
    Swaying from side to side,
    Every night we should fall asleep
    To the rhythm of the tide.

    The dawn should be gay with song of birds,
    And the stir of fluttering wings.
    Surely the joy of life is hid
    In simple and tender things!

    At eve the waves would shimmer with gold
    In the rosy sunset rays,
    Emerald velvet flats of rice
    Would rest the landward gaze.

    A boat must rock at the laterite steps
    In a reef-protected pool,
    For we should sail through the starlit night
    When the winds were calm and cool.

    I am so tired of all this world,
    Its folly and fret and care.
    Find me a little scented home
    Amongst thy loosened hair.

    Give me a soft and secret place
    Against thine amber breast,
    Where, hidden away from all mankind,
    My soul may come to rest.

    Many a man has a secret dream
    Of where his life might be;
    Mine is a lovely, lonely place

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