Monday, January 22, 2018

Indian Love Song

Indian Love Song

Lift up the veils that darken the delicate moon
of thy glory and grace,

Withhold not, O love, from the night
of my longing the joy of thy luminous face,

Give me a spear of the scented keora
guarding thy pinioned curls,

Or a silken thread from the fringes
that trouble the dream of thy glimmering pearls;

Faint grows my soul with thy tresses' perfume
and the song of thy anklets' caprice,

Revive me, I pray, with the magical nectar
that dwells in the flower of thy kiss.


Raul

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