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the golden threshold-第6章

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And languish in a sweet distress。



And; when I pause; still groves among;

(Such loveliness is mine) a throng

     Of nightingales awake and strain

Their souls into a quivering song。







INDIAN DANCERS



Eyes ravished with rapture; celestially panting;

     what passionate bosoms aflaming with 

     fire

Drink deep of the hush of the hyacinth

     heavens that glimmer around them in

     fountains of light;

O wild and entrancing the strain of keen music

     that cleaveth the stars like a wail of

     desire;

And beautiful dancers with houri…like faces

     bewitch the voluptuous watches of

     night。



The scents of red roses and sandalwood flutter

     and die in the maze of their gem…tangled

     hair;

And smiles are entwining like magical ser…

     pents the poppies of lips that are opiate…

     sweet;

Their glittering garments of purple are burn…

     ing like tremulous dawns in the quiver…

     ing air;

And exquisite; subtle and slow are the tinkle

     and tread of their rhythmical; slumber…

     soft feet。



Now silent; now singing and swaying and swing…

     ing; like blossoms that bend to the

     breezes or showers;

Now wantonly winding; they flash; now they

     falter; and; lingering; languish in radiant

     choir;

Their jewel…girt arms and warm; wavering; lily…

     long fingers enchant through melodious

     hours;

Eyes ravished with rapture; celestially pant…

     ing; what passionate bosoms aflaming

     with fire!







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? Who bade you

     awake from your sleep

And track me beyond the cerulean foam of the

     deep?



Would you tear from my lintels these sacred

     green garlands of leaves?

Would you scare the white; nested; wild

     pigeons of joy from my eaves?

Would you touch and defile with dead fingers

     the robes of my priest?

Would you weave your dim moan with the

     chantings of love at my feast?



Go back to your grave; O my Dream; under

     forests of snow;

Where a heart…riven child hid you once; seven

     aeons ago。

Who bade you arise from your darkness? I

     bid you depart!

Profane not the shrines I have raised in the

     clefts of my heart。







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 sorrow of defeat?

Shalt thou be vanquished; whose imperial feet

Have shattered armies and stamped empires dead?

Who shall unking thee; husband of a queen?

Wear thou thy majesty inviolate。

Earth's glories flee of human eyes unseen;

Earth's kingdoms fade to a remembered dream;

But thine henceforth shall be a power supreme;

Dazzling command and rich dominion;

The winds thy heralds and thy vassals all

The silver…belted planets and the sun。

Where'er the radiance of thy coming fall;

Shall dawn for thee her saffron footcloths spread;

Sunset her purple canopies and red;

In serried splendour; and the night unfold

Her velvet darkness wrought with starry gold

For kingly raiment; soft as cygnet…down。

My hair shall braid thy temples like a crown

Of sapphires; and my kiss upon thy brows

Like cithar…music lull thee to repose;

Till the sun yield thee homage of his light。



O king; thy kingdom who from thee can wrest?

What fate shall dare uncrown thee from this breast;

O god…born lover; whom my love doth gird

And armour with impregnable delight

Of Hope's triumphant keen flame…carven sword?







THE QUEEN'S RIVAL



QUEEN Gulnaar sat on her ivory bed;

Around her countless treasures were spread;



Her chamber walls were richly inlaid

With agate; porphory; onyx and jade;



The tissues that veiled her delicate breast;

Glowed with the hues of a lapwing's crest;



But still she gazed in her mirror and sighed

〃O King; my heart is unsatisfied。〃



King Feroz bent from his ebony seat:

〃Is thy least desire unfulfilled; O Sweet?



〃Let thy mouth speak and my life be spent

To clear the sky of thy discontent。〃



〃I tire of my beauty; I tire of this

Empty splendour and shadowless bliss;



〃With none to envy and none gainsay;

No savour or salt hath my dream or day。〃



Queen Gulnaar sighed like a murmuring rose:

〃Give me a rival; O King Feroz。〃





II



King Feroz spoke to his Chief Vizier:

〃Lo! ere to…morrow's dawn be here;



〃Send forth my messengers over the sea;

To seek seven beautiful brides for me;



〃Radiant of feature and regal of mien;

Seven handmaids meet for the Persian Queen。〃



       。       。       。       。       。





Seven new moon tides at the Vesper call;

King Feroz led to Queen Gulnaar's hall



A young queen eyed like the morning star:

〃I bring thee a rival; O Queen Gulnaar。〃



But still she gazed in her mirror and sighed:

〃O King; my heart is unsatisfied。〃



Seven queens shone round her ivory bed;

Like seven soft gems on a silken thread;



Like seven fair lamps in a royal tower;

Like seven bright petals of Beauty's flower



Queen Gulnaar sighed like a murmuring rose

〃Where is my rival; O King Feroz?〃





III



When spring winds wakened the mountain floods;

And kindled the flame of the tulip buds;

When bees grew loud and the days grew long;

And the peach groves thrilled to the oriole's song;



Queen Gulnaar sat on her ivory bed;

Decking with jewels her exquisite head;



And still she gazed in her mirror and sighed:

〃O King; my heart is unsatisfied。〃



Queen Gulnsar's daughter two spring times old;

In blue robes bordered with tassels of gold;



Ran to her knee like a wildwood fay;

And plucked from her hand the mirror away。



Quickly she set on her own light curls

Her mother's fillet with fringes of pearls;



Quickly she turned with a child's caprice

And pressed on the mirror a swift; glad kiss。



Queen Gulnaar laughed like a tremulous rose:

〃Here is my rival; O King Feroz。〃







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

Where dhadikulas sing。



Tarry a while; O Death; I cannot die

With all my blossoming hopes unharvested;

My joys ungarnered; all my songs unsung;

And all my tears unshed。



Tarry a while; till I am satisfied

Of love and grief; of earth and altering sky;

Till all my human hungers are fulfilled;

O Death; I cannot die!







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;

Tameless; with the bold falcon's agile grace;

And the lithe tiger's sinuous majesty。



With frugal skill her simp
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