Page:The King of the Dark Chamber.djvu/88

From Wikisource
Jump to navigation Jump to search
This page has been proofread, but needs to be validated.
88
THE KING OF

Come, living emblems of youthful spring, begin your festive song! All my mind and body is song and music to-night—but the ineffable melody escapes my tongue: do you then sing for my sake!

Song


My sorrow is sweet to me in this spring night.
My pain smites at the chords of my love and softly sings.
Visions take birth from my yearning eyes and flit in the moonlit sky.
The smells from the depths of the woodlands have lost their way in my dreams.
Words come in whispers to my ears, I know not from where,
And bells in my anklets tremble and jingle in time with my heart thrills.

Sudarshana

Enough, enough—I cannot bear it