THE SONG OF PRINCESS ZEB-UN-NISSA IN PRAISE OF HER OWN BEAUTY （From the Persian） When from my cheek I lift my veil, The roses turn with envy pale, And...
INDIAN DANCERS Eyes ravished with rapture, celestially panting, what passionate bosoms aflaming withfire Drink deep of the hush of the hyacinth heaven...
MY DEAD DREAM Have you found me, at last, O my Dream？ Seven aeons ago You died and I buried you deep under forests of snow. Why have you come hither？ ...
DAMAYANTE TO NALA IN THE HOUR OF EXILE （A fragment） Shalt thou be conquered of a human fate My liege, my lover, whose imperial head Hath never bent in...
THE QUEEN'S RIVAL I QUEEN Gulnaar sat on her ivory bed, Around her countless treasures were spread； Her chamber walls were richly inlaid With agat...
THE POET TO DEATH Tarry a while, O Death, I cannot die While yet my sweet life burgeons with its spring； Fair is my youth, and rich the echoing boughs...
THE INDIAN GIPSY In tattered robes that hoard a glittering trace Of bygone colours, broidered to the knee, Behold her, daughter of a wandering race, T...
We who are old， old and gay， O so old！ Thousands of years， thousands of years， If all were told： Give to these children， new from the world， Silence a...
TO MY CHILDREN Jaya Surya, aetat Golden sun of victory, born In my life's unclouded morn, In my lambent sky of love, May your growing glory prove ...
THE PARDAH NASHIN Her life is a revolving dream Of languid and sequestered ease； Her girdles and her fillets gleam Like changing fires on sunset seas；...