bySarojiniNaiduWITHANINTRODUCTIONBYARTHURSYMONS
DEDICATEDTOEDMUNDGOSSEWHOFIRSTSHOWEDMETHEWAYTOTHE
GOLDENTHRESHOLD
London，1896Hyderabad，1905
CONTENTS
FOLKSONGS
Palanquin—BearersWanderingSingersIndianWeaversCoromandelFishersTheSnake—CharmerCorn—GrindersVillage—SongInPraiseofHennaHarvestHymnIndianLove—SongCradle—SongSutteeSONGSFORMUSIC
SongofaDreamHumayuntoZobeidaAutumnSongAlabasterEcstasyTomyFairyFanciesPOEMS
OdetoH。H。theNizamofHyderabadIntheForestPastandFutureLifeThePoet’sLove—SongTotheGodofPainTheSongofPrincessZeb—un—nissaIndianDancersMyDeadDreamDamayantetoNalaintheHourofExileTheQueen’sRivalThePoettoDeathTheIndianGipsyTomyChildrenThePardahNashinToYouthNightfallintheCityofHyderabadStreetCriesToIndiaTheRoyalTombsofGolcondaToaBuddhaseatedonaLotusINTRODUCTION
Itisatmypersuasionthatthesepoemsarenowpublished。TheearliestofthemwerereadtomeinLondonin1896，whenthewriterwasseventeen；thelateronesweresenttomefromIndiain1904，whenshewastwenty—five；andtheybelong，Ithink，almostwhollytothosetwoperiods。Astheyseemedtometohaveanindividualbeautyoftheirown，Ithoughttheyoughttobepublished。Thewriterhesitated。"Yourlettermademeveryproudandverysad，"shewrote。"IsitpossiblethatIhavewrittenversesthatare’filledwithbeauty，’andisitpossiblethatyoureallythinkthemworthyofbeinggiventotheworld？
YouknowhowhighmyidealofArtis；andtomemypoorcasuallittlepoemsseemtobelessthanbeautiful——ImeanwiththatfinalenduringbeautythatIdesire。"And，inanotherletter，shewrites:"Iamnotapoetreally。Ihavethevisionandthedesire，butnotthevoice。IfIcouldwritejustonepoemfullofbeautyandthespiritofgreatness，Ishouldbeexultantlysilentforever；butIsingjustasthebirdsdo，andmysongsareasephemeral。"Itisforthisbird—likequalityofsong，itseemstome，thattheyaretobevalued。Theyhint，inasortofdelicatelyevasiveway，atararetemperament，thetemperamentofawomanoftheEast，findingexpressionthroughaWesternlanguageandunderpartlyWesterninfluences。Theydonotexpressthewholeofthattemperament；buttheyexpress，Ithink，itsessence；andthereisanEasternmagicinthem。
SarojiniChattopadhyaywasbornatHyderabadonFebruary13，1879。Herfather，Dr。AghorenathChattopadhyay，isdescendedfromtheancientfamilyofChattorajesofBhramangram，whowerenotedthroughoutEasternBengalaspatronsofSanskritlearning，andfortheirpracticeofYoga。HetookhisdegreeofDoctorofScienceattheUniversityofEdinburghin1877，andafterwardsstudiedbrilliantlyatBonn。OnhisreturntoIndiahefoundedtheNizamCollegeatHyderabad，andhassincelabouredincessantly，andatgreatpersonalsacrifice，inthecauseofeducation。
Sarojiniwastheeldestofalargefamily，allofwhomweretaughtEnglishatanearlyage。"I，"shewrites，"wasstubbornandrefusedtospeakit。SoonedaywhenIwasnineyearsoldmyfatherpunishedme——theonlytimeIwaseverpunished——byshuttingmeinaroomaloneforawholeday。Icameoutofitafull—blownlinguist。Ihaveneverspokenanyotherlanguagetohim，ortomymother，whoalwaysspeakstomeinHindustani。I
don’tthinkIhadanyspecialhankeringtowritepoetryasalittlechild，thoughIwasofaveryfancifulanddreamynature。
Mytrainingundermyfather’seyewasofasternlyscientificcharacter。HewasdeterminedthatIshouldbeagreatmathematicianorascientist，butthepoeticinstinct，whichI
inheritedfromhimandalsofrommymother（whowrotesomelovelyBengalilyricsinheryouth）provedstronger。Oneday，whenI
waseleven，Iwassighingoverasuminalgebra:itWOULDN’Tcomeright；butinsteadawholepoemcametomesuddenly。Iwroteitdown。
"Fromthatdaymy’poeticcareer’began。AtthirteenIwrotealongpoemala’LadyoftheLake’——1300linesinsixdays。AtthirteenIwroteadramaof2000lines，afull—fledgedpassionatethingthatIbeganonthespurofthemomentwithoutforethought，justtospitemydoctorwhosaidIwasveryillandmustnottouchabook。Myhealthbrokedownpermanentlyaboutthistime，andmyregularstudiesbeingstoppedIreadvoraciously。I
supposethegreaterpartofmyreadingwasdonebetweenfourteenandsixteen。Iwroteanovel，Iwrotefatvolumesofjournals；I
tookmyselfveryseriouslyinthosedays。"
Beforeshewasfifteenthegreatstruggleofherlifebegan。Dr。
GovindurajuluNaidu，nowherhusband，is，thoughofanoldandhonourablefamily，notaBrahmin。Thedifferenceofcasterousedanequalopposition，notonlyonthesideofherfamily，butofhis；andin1895shewassenttoEngland，againstherwill，withaspecialscholarshipfromtheNizam。SheremainedinEngland，withanintervaloftravelinItaly，till1898，studyingfirstatKing’sCollege，London，then，tillherhealthagainbrokedown，atGirton。ShereturnedtoHyderabadinSeptember1898，andintheDecemberofthatyear，tothescandalofallIndia，brokethroughthebondsofcaste，andmarriedDr。Naidu。"DoyouknowIhavesomeverybeautifulpoemsfloatingintheair，"shewrotetomein1904；"andifthegodsarekindIshallcastmysoullikeanetandcapturethem，thisyear。Ifthegodsarekind——andgrantmealittlemeasureofhealth。ItisallIneedtomakemylifeperfect，forthevery’SpiritofDelight’thatShelleywroteofdwellsinmylittlehome；itisfullofthemusicofbirdsinthegardenandchildreninthelongarchedverandah。"Therearesongsaboutthechildreninthisbook；theyarecalledtheLordofBattles，theSunofVictory，theLotus—born，andtheJewelofDelight。
"Myancestorsforthousandsofyears，"Ifindwritteninoneofherletters，"havebeenloversoftheforestandmountaincaves，greatdreamers，greatscholars，greatascetics。Myfatherisadreamerhimself，agreatdreamer，agreatmanwhoselifehasbeenamagnificentfailure。IsupposeinthewholeofIndiatherearefewmenwhoselearningisgreaterthanhis，andIdon’tthinktherearemanymenmorebeloved。HehasagreatwhitebeardandtheprofileofHomer，andalaughthatbringstheroofdown。Hehaswastedallhismoneyontwogreatobjects:tohelpothers，andonalchemy。Heholdshugecourtseverydayinhisgardenofallthelearnedmenofallreligions——Rajahsandbeggarsandsaintsanddownrightvillainsalldelightfullymixedup，andalltreatedasone。Andthenhisalchemy！Ohdear，nightanddaytheexperimentsaregoingon，andeverymanwhobringsanewprescriptioniswelcomeasabrother。Butthisalchemyis，youknow，onlythematerialcounterpartofapoet’scravingforBeauty，theeternalBeauty。’Themakersofgoldandthemakersofverse，’theyarethetwincreatorsthatswaytheworld’ssecretdesireformystery；andwhatinmyfatheristhegeniusofcuriosity——theveryessenceofallscientificgenius——inmeisthedesireforbeauty。DoyourememberPater’sphraseaboutLeonardodaVinci，’curiosityandthedesireofbeauty’？"
Itwasthedesireofbeautythatmadeherapoet；her"nervesofdelight"werealwaysquiveringatthecontactofbeauty。TothosewhoknewherinEngland，allthelifeofthetinyfigureseemedtoconcentrateitselfintheeyes；theyturnedtowardsbeautyasthesunflowerturnstowardsthesun，openingwiderandwideruntilonesawnothingbuttheeyes。
ShewasdressedalwaysinclingingdressesofEasternsilk，andasshewassosmall，andherlongblackhairhungstraightdownherback，youmighthavetakenherforachild。Shespokelittle，andinalowvoice，likegentlemusic；andsheseemed，wherevershewas，tobealone。
ThroughthatsoulIseemedtotouchandtakeholdupontheEast。
AndfirsttherewasthewisdomoftheEast。Ihaveneverknownanyonewhoseemedtoexistonsuch"largedraughtsofintellectualday"asthischildofseventeen，towhomonecouldtellallone’spersonaltroublesandagitations，astoawiseoldwoman。IntheEast，maturitycomesearly；andthischildhadalreadylivedthroughallawoman’slife。Buttherewassomethingelse，somethinghardlypersonal，somethingwhichbelongedtoaconsciousnessolderthantheChristian，whichI
realised，wonderedat，andadmired，inherpassionatetranquillityofmind，beforewhicheverythingmeanandtrivialandtemporarycaughtfireandburntawayinsmoke。Herbodywasneverwithoutsuffering，orherheartwithoutconflict；butneitherthebody’sweaknessnortheheart’sviolencecoulddisturbthatfixedcontemplation，asofBuddhaonhislotus—throne。
Andalongwiththiswisdom，asofageoroftheageofarace，therewaswhatIcanhardlycalllessthananagonyofsensation。
Painorpleasuretransportedher，andthewholeofpainorpleasuremightbeheldinaflower’scuportheimaginedfrownofafriend。Itwasneverfoundinthosethingswhichtoothersseemedthingsofimportance。AttheageoftwelveshepassedtheMatriculationoftheMadrasUniversity，andawoketofindherselffamousthroughoutIndia。"Honestly，"shesaidtome，"Iwasnotpleased；suchthingsdidnotappealtome。"Buthere，inaletterfromHyderabad，biddingone"shareaMarchmorning"withher，thereis，atthemerecontactofthesun，thisoutburst:
"ComeandsharemyexquisiteMarchmorningwithme:thissumptuousblazeofgoldandsapphiresky；thesescarletliliesthatadornthesunshine；thevoluptuousscentsofneemandchampakandserishathatbeatuponthelanguidairwiththeirimplacablesweetness；thethousandlittlegoldandblueandsilverbreastedbirdsburstingwiththeshrillecstasyoflifeinnestingtime。Allishotandfierceandpassionate，ardentandunashamedinitsexultingandimportunatedesireforlifeandlove。And，doyouknowthatthescarletliliesarewovenpetalbypetalfrommyheart’sblood，theselittlequiveringbirdsaremysoulmadeincarnatemusic，theseheavyperfumesaremyemotionsdissolvedintoaerialessence，thisflamingblueandgoldskyisthe’veryme，’thatpartofmethatincessantlyandin—solently，yes，andalittledeliberately，triumphsoverthatotherpart——athingofnervesandtissuesthatsuffersandcriesout，andthatmustdieto—morrowperhaps，ortwentyyearshence。"
Thentherewasherhumour，whichwaspartofherstrangewisdom，andwasalwaysawakeandonthewatch。Inallherletters，writteninexquisiteEnglishprose，butwithanardentimageryandavehementsincerityofemotionwhichmakethem，likethepoems，indeedalmostmoredirectly，un—English，Oriental，therewasalwaysthisintellectual，criticalsenseofhumour，whichcouldlaughatone’sownenthusiasmasfranklyasthatenthusiasmhadbeensetdown。Andpartlythehumour，likethedelicatereserveofhermanner，wasamaskorashelter。"Ihavetaughtmyself，"shewritestomefromIndia，"tobecommonplaceandlikeeverybodyelsesuperficially。EveryonethinksIamsoniceandcheerful，so’brave，’allthebanalthingsthataresocomfortabletobe。Mymotherknowsmeonlyas’suchatranquilchild，butsostrong—willed。’Atranquilchild！"Andshewritesagain，withdeepersignificance:"Itoohavelearntthesubtlephilosophyoflivingfrommomenttomoment。Yes，itisasubtlephilosophy，thoughitappearsmerelyanepicureandoctrine:
’Eat，drink，andbemerry，forto—morrowwedie。’IhavegonethroughsomanyyesterdayswhenIstrovewithDeaththatIhaverealisedtoitsfullthewisdomofthatsentence；anditistomenotmerelyafigureofspeech，butaliteralfact。Anyto—morrowImightdie。ItisscarcelytwomonthssinceIcamebackfromthegrave:isitworthwhiletobeanythingbutradiantlyglad？
OfallthingsthatlifeorperhapsmytemperamenthasgivenmeI
prizethegiftoflaughterasbeyondprice。"
Herdesire，always，wastobe"awildfreethingoftheairlikethebirds，withasonginmyheart。"Aspiritoftoomuchfireintoofrailabody，itwasrarelythatherdesirewasfullygranted。ButinItalyshefoundwhatshecouldnotfindinEngland，andfromItalyherlettersareradiant。"ThisItalyismadeofgold，"shewritesfromFlorence，"thegoldofdawnanddaylight，thegoldofthestars，and，nowdancinginweirdenchantingrhythmsthroughthismagicmonthofMay，thegoldoffirefliesintheperfumeddarkness——’aerialgold。’Ilongtocatchthesubtlemusicoftheirfairydancesandmakeapoemwitharhythmlikethequickirregularwildflashoftheirsuddenmovements。Woulditnotbewonderful？OneblacknightIstoodinagardenwithfirefliesinmyhairlikedartingrestlessstarscaughtinameshofdarkness。Itgavemeastrangesensation，asifIwerenothumanatall，butanelfinspirit。Iwonderwhytheselittlethingsmovemesodeeply？ItisbecauseIhaveamost’unbalancedintellect，’Isuppose。"Then，lookingoutonFlorence，shecries，"God！howbeautifulitis，andhowgladIamthatIamaliveto—day！"Andshetellsmethatsheisdrinkinginthebeautylikewine，"wine，goldenandscented，andshining，fitforthegods；andthegodshavedrunkit，thedeadgodsofEtruria，twothousandyearsago。DidIsaydead？No，forthegodsareimmortal，andonemightstillfindthemloiteringinsomesolitarydellonthegreyhillsidesofFiesole。HaveIseenthem？Yes，lookingwithdreamingeyes，Ihavefoundthemsittingundertheolives，intheirgrave，strong，antiquebeauty——Etruscangods！"
InItalyshewatchesthefacesofthemonks，andatonemomentlongstoattaintotheirpeacebyrenunciation，longsforNirvana；"then，whenonecomesoutagainintothehotsunshinethatwarmsone’sblood，andseestheeagerhurryingfacesofmenandwomeninthestreet，dramaticfacesoverwhichthedisturbingexperiencesoflifehavepassedandlefttheirsymbols，one’sheartthrillsupintoone’sthroat。No，no，no，athousandtimesno！howcanonedeliberatelyrenouncethiscoloured，unquiet，fieryhumanlifeoftheearth？"And，allthetime，hersubtlecriticismisalert，andthiswomanoftheEastmarvelsatthewomenoftheWest，"thebeautifulworldlywomenoftheWest，"
whomsheseeswalkingintheCascine，"takingtheairsoconsciouslyattractiveintheirbrillianttoilettes，inthebrilliantcoquetryoftheirmanner！"Shefindsthem"alittleincomprehensible，""profoundartistsinallthesubtleintricaciesoffascination，"andasksifthese"incalculablefrivolitiesandvanitiesandcoquetriesandcaprices"are，tous，anessentialpartoftheircharm？Andshewatchesthemwithamusementastheyflutterabouther，pettingherasifshewereanicechild，achildoratoy，notdreamingthatsheissayingtoherselfsorrowfully:"HowutterlyemptytheirlivesmustbeofallspiritualbeautyIFtheyarenothingmorethantheyappeartobe。"
Shesatinourmidst，andjudgedus，andfewknewwhatwaspassingbehindthatface"likeanawakeningsoul，"touseoneofherownepithets。Hereyeswerelikedeeppools，andyouseemedtofallthroughthemintodepthsbelowdepths。
ARTHURSYMONS。
FOLKSONGS
PALANQUINBEARERS
Lightly，Olightlywebearheralong，Sheswayslikeaflowerinthewindofoursong；
Sheskimslikeabirdonthefoamofastream，Shefloatslikealaughfromthelipsofadream。
Gaily，Ogailyweglideandwesing，Webearheralonglikeapearlonastring。
Softly，Osoftlywebearheralong，Shehangslikeastarinthedewofoursong；
Shespringslikeabeamonthebrowofthetide，Shefallslikeatearfromtheeyesofabride。
Lightly，Olightlyweglideandwesing，Webearheralonglikeapearlonastring。
WANDERINGSINGERS
（WrittentooneoftheirTunes）
Wherethevoiceofthewindcallsourwanderingfeet，Throughechoingforestandechoingstreet，Withlutesinourhandsever—singingweroam，Allmenareourkindred，theworldisourhome。
Ourlaysareofcitieswhoselustreisshed，Thelaughterandbeautyofwomenlongdead；
Theswordofoldbattles，thecrownofoldkings，Andhappyandsimpleandsorrowfulthings。
Whathopeshallwegather，whatdreamsshallwesow？
Wherethewindcallsourwanderingfootstepswego。
Nolovebidsustarry，nojoybidsuswait:
Thevoiceofthewindisthevoiceofourfate。
INDIANWEAVERS
Weavers，weavingatbreakofday，Whydoyouweaveagarmentsogay？……
Blueasthewingofahalcyonwild，Weweavetherobesofanew—bornchild。
Weavers，weavingatfallofnight，Whydoyouweaveagarmentsobright？……
Liketheplumesofapeacock，purpleandgreen，Weweavethemarriage—veilsofaqueen。
Weavers，weavingsolemnandstill，Whatdoyouweaveinthemoonlightchill？……
Whiteasafeatherandwhiteasacloud，Weweaveadeadman’sfuneralshroud。
COROMANDELFISHERS
Rise，brothers，rise，thewakeningskiespraytothemorninglight，Thewindliesasleepinthearmsofthedawnlikeachildthathascriedallnight。
Come，letusgatherournetsfromtheshore，andsetourcatamaransfree，Tocapturetheleapingwealthofthetide，forwearethesonsofthesea。
Nolongerdelay，letushastenawayinthetrackofthesea—gull’scall，Theseaisourmother，thecloudisourbrother，thewavesareourcomradesall。
Whatthoughwetossatthefallofthesunwherethehandofthesea—goddrives？
Hewhoholdsthestormbythehair，willhideinhisbreastourlives。
Sweetistheshadeofthecocoanutglade，andthescentofthemangogrove，Andsweetarethesandsatthefullo’themoonwiththesoundofthevoiceswelove。
Butsweeter，Obrothers，thekissofthesprayandthedanceofthewildfoam’sglee:
Row，brothers，rowtotheblueoftheverge，wherethelowskymateswiththesea。
THESNAKE—CHARMER
Whitherdostthouhidefromthemagicofmyflute—call？
Inwhatmoonlight—tangledmeshesofperfume，Wheretheclusteringkeovasguardthesquirrel’sslumber，Wherethedeepwoodsglimmerwiththejasmine’sbloom？
I’llfeedthee，Obeloved，onmilkandwildredhoney，I’llbeartheeinabasketofrushes，greenandwhite，Toapalace—bowerwheregolden—vestedmaidensThreadwithmellowlaughterthepetalsofdelight。
Whitherdostthouloiter，bywhatmurmuringhollows，Whereoleandersscattertheirambrosialfire？
Come，thousubtlebrideofmymellifluouswooing，Come，thousilver—breastedmoonbeamofdesire！
CORN—GRINDERS
OLITTLEMOUSE，WHYDOSTTHOUCRY
WHILEMERRYSTARSLAUGHINTHESKY？
Alas！alas！mylordisdead！
Ah，whowilleasemybitterpain？
Hewenttoseekamillet—grainIntherichfarmer’sgranaryshed；
Theycaughthiminabaitedsnare，Andslewmyloverunaware:
Alas！alas！mylordisdead。
OLITTLEDEER，WHYDOSTTHOUMOAN，HIDINTHYFOREST—BOWERALONE？
Alas！alas！mylordisdead！
Ah！whowillquietmylament？
AtfallofeventidehewentTodrinkbesidetheriver—head；
Awaitinghunterthrewhisdart，Andstruckmyloverthroughtheheart。
Alas！alas！mylordisdead。
OLITTLEBRIDE，WHYDOSTTHOUWEEP
WITHALLTHEHAPPYWORLDASLEEP？
Alas！alas！mylordisdead！
Ah，whowillstaythesehungrytears，Orstillthewantoffamishedyears，Andcrownwithlovemymarriage—bed？
MysoulburnswiththequenchlessfireThatlitmylover’sfuneralpyre:
Alas！alas！mylordisdead。
VILLAGE—SONG
Honey，child，honey，child，whitherareyougoing？
Wouldyoucastyourjewelsalltothebreezesblowing？
Wouldyouleavethemotherwhoongoldengrainhasfedyou？
Wouldyougrievetheloverwhoisridingforthtowedyou？
Mothermine，tothewildforestIamgoing，Whereuponthechampaboughsthechampabudsareblowing；
Tothekoil—hauntedriver—isleswherelotusliliesglisten，Thevoicesofthefairyfolkarecallingme:
Olisten！
Honey，child，honey，child，theworldisfullofpleasure，Ofbridal—songsandcradle—songsandsandal—
scentedleisure。
Yourbridalrobesareintheloom，silverandsaffronglowing，Yourbridalcakesareonthehearth:Owhitherareyougoing？
Thebridal—songsandcradle—songshavecadencesofsorrow，Thelaughterofthesunto—day，thewindofdeathto—morrow。
Farsweetersoundtheforest—noteswhereforest—
streamsarefalling；
Omothermine，Icannotstay，thefairy—folkarecalling。
INPRAISEOFHENNA
Akokilacalledfromahenna—spray:
LIRA！LIREE！LIRA！LIREE！
Hasten，maidens，hastenawayTogathertheleavesofthehenna—tree。
Sendyourpitchersafloatonthetide，Gathertheleaveserethedawnbeold，Grindtheminmortarsofamberandgold，Thefreshgreenleavesofthehenna—tree。
Akokilacalledfromahenna—spray:
LIRA！LIREE！LIRA！LIREE！
Hastenmaidens，hastenawayTogathertheleavesofthehenna—tree。
Thetilka’sredforthebrowofabride，Andbetel—nut’sredforlipsthataresweet；
But，forlily—likefingersandfeet，Thered，theredofthehenna—tree。
HARVESTHYMN
Men’sVoicesLordofthelotus，lordoftheharvest，Brightandmunificentlordofthemorn！
Thineisthebountythatprosperedoursowing，Thineisthebountythatnurturedourcorn。
Webringtheeoursongsandourgarlandsfortribute，Thegoldofourfieldsandthegoldofourfruit；
Ogiverofmellowingradiance，wehailthee，Wepraisethee，OSurya，withcymbalandflute。
Lordoftherainbow，lordoftheharvest，Greatandbeneficentlordofthemain！
Thineisthemercythatcherishedourfurrows，Thineisthemercythatfosteredourgrain。
Webringtheeourthanksandourgarlandsfortribute，Thewealthofourvalleys，new—garneredandripe；
Osenderofrainandthedewfall，wehailthee，Wepraisethee，Varuna，withcymbalandpipe。
Women’sVoicesQueenofthegourd—flower，queenoftheharvest，Sweetandomnipotentmother，OEarth！
Thineistheplentifulbosomthatfeedsus，Thineisthewombwhereourricheshavebirth。
Webringtheeourloveandourgarlandsfortribute，Withgiftsofthyopulentgivingwecome；
Osourceofourmanifoldgladness，wehailthee，Wepraisethee，OPrithvi，withcymbalanddrum。
AllVoicesLordoftheUniverse，Lordofourbeing，Fathereternal，ineffableOm！
ThouarttheSeedandtheScytheofourharvests，ThouartourHandsandourHeartandourHome。
Webringtheeourlivesandourlaboursfortribute，Grantusthysuccour，thycounsel，thycare。
OLifeofalllifeandallblessing，wehailthee，Wepraisethee，OBramha，withcymbalandprayer。
INDIANLOVE—SONG
SheLikeaserpenttothecallingvoiceofflutes，Glidesmyheartintothyfingers，OmyLove！
Wherethenight—wind，likealover，leansaboveHisjasmine—gardensandsirisha—bowers；
Andonripeboughsofmany—colouredfruitsBrightparrotsclusterlikevermilionflowers。
HeLiketheperfumeinthepetalsofarose，Hidesthyheartwithinmybosom，Omylove！
Likeagarland，likeajewel，likeadoveThathangsitsnestintheasoka—tree。
Liestill，Olove，untilthemorningsowsHertentsofgoldonfieldsofivory。
CRADLE—SONG
Fromgrovesofspice，O’erfieldsofrice，Athwartthelotus—stream，Ibringforyou，AglintwithdewAlittlelovelydream。
Sweet，shutyoureyes，Thewildfire—fiiesDancethroughthefairyneem；
Fromthepoppy—boleForyouIstoleAlittlelovelydream。
Deareyes，good—night，IngoldenlightThestarsaroundyougleam；
OnyouIpressWithsoftcaressAlittlelovelydream。
SUTTEE
Lampofmylife，thelipsofDeathHathblowntheeoutwiththeirsuddenbreath；
Naughtshallrevivethyvanishedspark……
Love，mustIdwellinthelivingdark？
Treeofmylife，Death’scruelfootHathcrushedtheedowntothyhiddenroot；
Noughtshallrestorethygloryfled……
Shalltheblossomlivewhenthetreeisdead？
Lifeofmylife，Death’sbitterswordHathsevereduslikeabrokenword，Rentusintwainwhoarebutone……
Shallthefleshsurvivewhenthesoulisgone？
SONGSFORMUSIC
SONGOFADREAM
OnceinthedreamofanightIstoodLoneinthelightofamagicalwood，Soul—deepinvisionsthatpoppy—likesprang；
AndspiritsofTruthwerethebirdsthatsang，AndspiritsofLovewerethestarsthatglowed，AndspiritsofPeacewerethestreamsthatflowedInthatmagicalwoodinthelandofsleep。
Loneinthelightofthatmagicalgrove，IfeltthestarsofthespiritsofLoveGatherandgleamroundmydelicateyouth，AndIheardthesongofthespiritsofTruth；
ToquenchmylongingIbentmelowBythestreamsofthespiritsofPeacethatflowInthatmagicalwoodinthelandofsleep。
HUMAYUNTOZOBEIDA
（FromtheUrdu）
Youflauntyourbeautyintherose，yourgloryinthedawn，Yoursweetnessinthenightingale，yourwhitenessintheswan。
Youhauntmywakinglikeadream，myslumberlikeamoon，Pervademelikeamuskyscent，possessmelikeatune。
Yet，whenIcraveofyou，mysweet，onetendermoment’sgrace，Youcry，"ISITBEHINDTHEVEIL，ICANNOTSHOWMYFACE。"
Shallanyfoolishveildividemylongingfrommybliss？
Shallanyfragilecurtainhideyourbeautyfrommykiss？
WhatwaristhisofTHEEandME？Giveo’erthewantonstrife，Youaretheheartwithinmyheart，thelifewithinmylife。
AUTUMNSONG
Likeajoyontheheartofasorrow，Thesunsethangsonacloud；
Agoldenstormofglitteringsheaves，Offairandfrailandflutteringleaves，Thewildwindblowsinacloud。
HarktoavoicethatiscallingTomyheartinthevoiceofthewind:
Myheartiswearyandsadandalone，Foritsdreamsliketheflutteringleaveshavegone，AndwhyshouldIstaybehind？
ALABASTER
LikethisalabasterboxwhoseartIsfrailasacassia—flower，ismyheart，CarvenwithdelicatedreamsandwroughtWithmanyasubtleandexquisitethought。
ThereinItreasurethespiceandscentOfrichandpassionatememoriesblentLikeodoursofcinnamon，sandalandclove，Ofsongandsorrowandlifeandlove。
ECSTASY
Covermineeyes，OmyLove！
MineeyesthatarewearyofblissAsoflightthatispoignantandstrongOsilencemylipswithakiss，Mylipsthatarewearyofsong！
Sheltermysoul，Omylove！
MysoulisbentlowwiththepainAndtheburdenoflove，likethegraceOfaflowerthatissmittenwithrain:
Osheltermysoulfromthyface！
TOMYFAIRYFANCIES
Nay，nolongerImayholdyou，Inmyspirit’ssoftcaresses，Norlikelotus—leavesenfoldyouInthetanglesofmytresses。
Fairyfancies，flyawayTothewhitecloud—wildernesses，Flyaway！
Nay，nolongeryemaylingerWithyourlaughter—lightedfaces，NowIamathought—wornsingerInlife’shighandlonelyplaces。
Fairyfancies，flyaway，Tobrightwind—inwovenspaces，Flyaway！
POEMS
ODETOH。H。THENIZAMOFHYDERABAD
（PresentedattheRamzanDurbar）
Deign，Prince，mytributetoreceive，Thislyricofferingtoyourname，WhoroundyourjewelledscepterbindTheliliesofapoet’sfame；
BeneathwhoseswayconcordantdwellThepeopleswhomyourlawsembrace，Inbrotherhoodofdiversecreeds，Andharmonyofdiverserace:
ThevotariesoftheProphet’sfaith，OfwhomyouarethecrownandchiefAndthey，whobearonVedicbrowsTheirmysticsymbolsofbelief；
Andthey，whoworshippingthesun，Fledo’ertheoldIraniansea；
Andthey，whobowtoHimwhotrodThemidnightwavesofGalilee。
Sweet，sumptuousfablesofBaghdadThesplendoursofyourcourtrecall，ThetorchesofaThousandNightsBlazethroughasinglefestival；
AndSaki—singersdownthestreets，Pourforus，inastreamdivine，Fromgobletsofyourlove—ghazalsTheraptureofyourSufiwine。
Prince，whereyourradiantcitiessmile，Grimhillstheirsombrevigilskeep，YourancientforestshoardandholdThelegendsoftheircenturiedsleep；
Yourbirdsofpeacewhite—pinionedfloatO’erruinedfortandstoriedplain，YourfaithfulstewardssleeplessguardTheharvestsofyourgoldandgrain。
Godgiveyoujoy，GodgiveyougraceToshieldthetruthandsmitethewrong，TohonourVirtue，Valour，Worth。
Tocherishfaithandfostersong。
SomaythelustreofyourdaysOutshinethedeedsFirdusisung，Yournamewithinanation’sprayer，Yourmusiconanation’stongue。
LEILI
Theserpentsareasleepamongthepoppies，Thefireflieslightthesoundlesspanther’swayTotangledpathswhereshygazellesarestraying，Andparrot—plumesoutshinethedyingday。
Osoft！thelotus—budsuponthestreamArestirringlikesweetmaidenswhentheydream。
Acaste—markontheazurebrowsofHeaven，Thegoldenmoonburnssacred，solemn，brightThewindsaredancingintheforest—temple，AndswooningattheholyfeetofNight。
Hush！inthesilencemysticvoicessingAndmakethegodstheirincense—offering。
INTHEFOREST
Here，Omyheart，letusburnthedeardreamsthataredead，HereinthiswoodletusfashionafuneralpyreOffallenwhitepetalsandleavesthataremellowandred，Hereletusburntheminnoon’sflamingtorchesoffire。
Weareweary，myheart，weareweary，solongwehaveborneTheheavylovedburdenofdreamsthataredead，letusrest，Letusscattertheirashesaway，forawhileletusmourn；
Wewillrest，Omyheart，tilltheshadowsaregrayinthewest。
Butsoonwemustrise，Omyheart，wemustwanderagainIntothewaroftheworldandthestrifeofthethrong；
Letusrise，Omyheart，letusgatherthedreamsthatremain，Wewillconquerthesorrowoflifewiththesorrowofsong。
PASTANDFUTURE
THENEWHATHCOMEANDNOWTHEOLDRETIRES:
Andsothepastbecomesamountain—cell，Wherelone，apart，oldhermit—memoriesdwellInconsecratedcalm，forgottenyetOfthekeenheartthathastenstoforgetOldlongingsinfulfillingnewdesires。
AndnowtheSoulstandsinavague，intenseExpectancyandanguishofsuspense，Onthedimchamber—threshold……lo！heseesLikeastrange，fatedbrideasyetunknown，Histimidfutureshrinkingtherealone，Beneathhermarriage—veilofmysteries。
LIFE
Children，yehavenotlived，toyouitseemsLifeisalovelystalactiteofdreams，OrcarnivalofcarelessjoysthatleapAboutyourheartslikebillowsonthedeepInflamesofamberandofamethyst。
Children，yehavenotlived，yebutexistTillsomeresistlesshourshallriseandmoveYourheartstowakeandhungerafterlove，AndthirstwithpassionatelongingforthethingsThatburnyourbrowswithblood—redsufferings。
Tillyehavebattledwithgreatgriefandfears，Andbornetheconflictofdream—shatteringyears，Woundedwithfiercedesireandwornwithstrife，Children，yehavenotlived:forthisislife。
THEPOET’SLOVE—SONG
Innoon—tidehours，OLove，secureandstrong，Ineedtheenot；maddreamsareminetobindTheworldtomydesire，andholdthewindAvoicelesscaptivetomyconqueringsong。
Ineedtheenot，Iamcontentwiththese:
Keepsilenceinthysoul，beyondtheseas！
Butinthedesolatehourofmidnight，whenAnecstasyofstarrysilencesleepsOnthestillmountainsandthesoundlessdeeps，Andmysoulhungersforthyvoice，Othen，Love，likethemagicofwildmelodies，Letthysoulanswermineacrosstheseas。
TOTHEGODOFPAIN
Unwillingpriestessinthycruelfane，Longhastthouheldme，pitilessgodofPain，Boundtothyworshipbyreluctantvows，Mytiredbreastgirtwithsuffering，andmybrowsAnointedwithperpetualweariness。
LonghaveIbornethyservice，throughthestressOfrigorousyears，saddaysandslumberlessnights，Performingthineinexorablerites。
Forthydarkaltars，balmnormilknorrice，Butmineownsoulthou’stta’enforsacrifice:
Alltherichhoneyofmyyouth’sdesire，Andallthesweetoilsfrommycrushedlifedrawn，Andallmyflower—likedreamsandgem—likefireOfhopesup—leapinglikethelightofdawn。
Ihavenomoretogive，allthatwasmineIslaid，awrestedtribute，atthyshrine；
Letmedepart，formywholesouliswrung，Andallmycheerlessorisonsaresung；
Letmedepart，withfaintlimbsletmecreepTosomedimshadeandsinkmedowntosleep。
THESONGOFPRINCESSZEB—UN—NISSA
INPRAISEOFHEROWNBEAUTY
（FromthePersian）
WhenfrommycheekIliftmyveil，Therosesturnwithenvypale，Andfromtheirpiercedhearts，richwithpain，Sendforththeirfragrancelikeawail。
OrifperchanceoneperfumedtressBeloweredtothewind’scaress，Thehoneyedhyacinthscomplain，Andlanguishinasweetdistress。
And，whenIpause，stillgrovesamong，（Suchlovelinessismine）athrongOfnightingalesawakeandstrainTheirsoulsintoaquiveringsong。
INDIANDANCERS
Eyesravishedwithrapture，celestiallypanting，whatpassionatebosomsaflamingwithfireDrinkdeepofthehushofthehyacinthheavensthatglimmeraroundtheminfountainsoflight；
Owildandentrancingthestrainofkeenmusicthatcleaveththestarslikeawailofdesire，Andbeautifuldancerswithhouri—likefacesbewitchthevoluptuouswatchesofnight。
Thescentsofredrosesandsandalwoodflutteranddieinthemazeoftheirgem—tangledhair，Andsmilesareentwininglikemagicalser—
pentsthepoppiesoflipsthatareopiate—
sweet；
Theirglitteringgarmentsofpurpleareburn—
ingliketremulousdawnsinthequiver—
ingair，Andexquisite，subtleandslowarethetinkleandtreadoftheirrhythmical，slumber—
softfeet。
Nowsilent，nowsingingandswayingandswing—
ing，likeblossomsthatbendtothebreezesorshowers，Nowwantonlywinding，theyflash，nowtheyfalter，and，lingering，languishinradiantchoir；
Theirjewel—girtarmsandwarm，wavering，lily—
longfingersenchantthroughmelodioushours，Eyesravishedwithrapture，celestiallypant—
ing，whatpassionatebosomsaflamingwithfire！
MYDEADDREAM
Haveyoufoundme，atlast，OmyDream？
SevenaeonsagoYoudiedandIburiedyoudeepunderforestsofsnow。
Whyhaveyoucomehither？WhobadeyouawakefromyoursleepAndtrackmebeyondtheceruleanfoamofthedeep？
Wouldyoutearfrommylintelsthesesacredgreengarlandsofleaves？
Wouldyouscarethewhite，nested，wildpigeonsofjoyfrommyeaves？
Wouldyoutouchanddefilewithdeadfingerstherobesofmypriest？
Wouldyouweaveyourdimmoanwiththechantingsofloveatmyfeast？
Gobacktoyourgrave，OmyDream，underforestsofsnow，Whereaheart—rivenchildhidyouonce，sevenaeonsago。
Whobadeyouarisefromyourdarkness？I
bidyoudepart！
ProfanenottheshrinesIhaveraisedinthecleftsofmyheart。
DAMAYANTETONALAINTHEHOUROFEXILE
（Afragment）
ShaltthoubeconqueredofahumanfateMyliege，mylover，whoseimperialheadHathneverbentinsorrowofdefeat？
Shaltthoubevanquished，whoseimperialfeetHaveshatteredarmiesandstampedempiresdead？
Whoshallunkingthee，husbandofaqueen？
Wearthouthymajestyinviolate。
Earth’sgloriesfleeofhumaneyesunseen，Earth’skingdomsfadetoaremembereddream，Butthinehenceforthshallbeapowersupreme，Dazzlingcommandandrichdominion，ThewindsthyheraldsandthyvassalsallThesilver—beltedplanetsandthesun。
Where’ertheradianceofthycomingfall，Shalldawnfortheehersaffronfootclothsspread，Sunsetherpurplecanopiesandred，Inserriedsplendour，andthenightunfoldHervelvetdarknesswroughtwithstarrygoldForkinglyraiment，softascygnet—down。
MyhairshallbraidthytempleslikeacrownOfsapphires，andmykissuponthybrowsLikecithar—musiclulltheetorepose，Tillthesunyieldtheehomageofhislight。
Oking，thykingdomwhofromtheecanwrest？
Whatfateshalldareuncrowntheefromthisbreast，Ogod—bornlover，whommylovedothgirdAndarmourwithimpregnabledelightOfHope’striumphantkeenflame—carvensword？
THEQUEEN’SRIVAL
QUEENGulnaarsatonherivorybed，Aroundhercountlesstreasureswerespread；
HerchamberwallswererichlyinlaidWithagate，porphory，onyxandjade；
Thetissuesthatveiledherdelicatebreast，Glowedwiththehuesofalapwing’screst；
Butstillshegazedinhermirrorandsighed"OKing，myheartisunsatisfied。"
KingFerozbentfromhisebonyseat:
"Isthyleastdesireunfulfilled，OSweet？
"LetthymouthspeakandmylifebespentTocleartheskyofthydiscontent。"
"Itireofmybeauty，ItireofthisEmptysplendourandshadowlessbliss；
"Withnonetoenvyandnonegainsay，Nosavourorsalthathmydreamorday。"
QueenGulnaarsighedlikeamurmuringrose:
"Givemearival，OKingFeroz。"
II
KingFerozspoketohisChiefVizier:
"Lo！ereto—morrow’sdawnbehere，"Sendforthmymessengersoverthesea，Toseeksevenbeautifulbridesforme；
"Radiantoffeatureandregalofmien，SevenhandmaidsmeetforthePersianQueen。"……
SevennewmoontidesattheVespercall，KingFerozledtoQueenGulnaar’shallAyoungqueeneyedlikethemorningstar:
"Ibringtheearival，OQueenGulnaar。"
Butstillshegazedinhermirrorandsighed:
"OKing，myheartisunsatisfied。"
Sevenqueensshoneroundherivorybed，Likesevensoftgemsonasilkenthread，Likesevenfairlampsinaroyaltower，LikesevenbrightpetalsofBeauty’sflowerQueenGulnaarsighedlikeamurmuringrose"Whereismyrival，OKingFeroz？"
III
Whenspringwindswakenedthemountainfloods，Andkindledtheflameofthetulipbuds，Whenbeesgrewloudandthedaysgrewlong，Andthepeachgrovesthrilledtotheoriole’ssong，QueenGulnaarsatonherivorybed，Deckingwithjewelsherexquisitehead；
Andstillshegazedinhermirrorandsighed:
"OKing，myheartisunsatisfied。"
QueenGulnsar’sdaughtertwospringtimesold，Inbluerobesborderedwithtasselsofgold，Rantoherkneelikeawildwoodfay，Andpluckedfromherhandthemirroraway。
QuicklyshesetonherownlightcurlsHermother’sfilletwithfringesofpearls；
Quicklysheturnedwithachild’scapriceAndpressedonthemirroraswift，gladkiss。
QueenGulnaarlaughedlikeatremulousrose:
"Hereismyrival，OKingFeroz。"
THEPOETTODEATH
Tarryawhile，ODeath，IcannotdieWhileyetmysweetlifeburgeonswithitsspring；
Fairismyyouth，andrichtheechoingboughsWheredhadikulassing。
Tarryawhile，ODeath，IcannotdieWithallmyblossominghopesunharvested，Myjoysungarnered，allmysongsunsung，Andallmytearsunshed。
Tarryawhile，tillIamsatisfiedOfloveandgrief，ofearthandalteringsky；
Tillallmyhumanhungersarefulfilled，ODeath，Icannotdie！
THEINDIANGIPSY
IntatteredrobesthathoardaglitteringtraceOfbygonecolours，broideredtotheknee，Beholdher，daughterofawanderingrace，Tameless，withtheboldfalcon’sagilegrace，Andthelithetiger’ssinuousmajesty。
Withfrugalskillhersimplewantsshetends，ShefoldshertawnyheifersandhersheepOnlonelymeadowswhenthedaylightends，ErethequicknightuponherflockdescendsLikeablackpantherfromthecavesofsleep。
Time’sriverwindsinfoamingcenturiesItschanging，swift，irrevocablecourseTofaroffandincalculableseas；
Sheistwin—bornwithprimalmysteries，AnddrinksoflifeatTime’sforgottensource。
TOMYCHILDREN
JayaSurya，aetat4
Goldensunofvictory，bornInmylife’suncloudedmorn，Inmylambentskyoflove，MayyourgrowinggloryproveSacredtoyourconsecration，Tomyheartandtomynation。
Sunofvictory，mayyoubeSunofsongandliberty。
Padmaja，aetat3
Lotus—maiden，youwhoclaimAllthesweetnessofyourname，Lakshmi，fortune’squeen，defendyou，Lotus—bornlikeyou，andsendyouBalmymoonsoflovetoblessyou，Gentlejoy—windstocaressyou。
Lotus—maiden，mayyoubeFragrantofallecstasy。
Ranadheera，aetat2
Littlelordofbattle，hailInyournewly—temperedmail！
Learntoconquer，learntofightIntheforemostflanksofright，LikeValmiki’sheroesbold，Rubiesgirtinepicgold。
Lordofbattle，mayyoube，Lordofloveandchivalry。
Lilamani，aetat1
LimpidjewelofdelightSeveredfromthetendernightOfyourshelteringmother—mine，Leapandsparkle，danceandshine，BlithelyandsecurelysetInlove’smagiccoronet。
Livingjewel，mayyoubeLaughter—boundandsorrow—free。
THEPARDAHNASHIN
HerlifeisarevolvingdreamOflanguidandsequesteredease；
HergirdlesandherfilletsgleamLikechangingfiresonsunsetseas；
Herraimentislikemorningmist，Shotopal，goldandamethyst。
Fromthievinglightofeyesimpure，Fromcovetingsunorwind’scaress，HerdaysareguardedandsecureBehindhercarvenlattices，Likejewelsinaturbanedcrest，Likesecretsinalover’sbreast。
ButthoughnohandunsanctioneddaresUnveilthemysteriesofhergrace，Timeliftsthecurtainunawares，AndSorrowlooksintoherface……
Whoshallpreventthesubtleyears，Orshieldawoman’seyesfromtears？
TOYOUTH
OYouth，sweetcomradeYouth，wouldstthoubegone？
Longhavewedwelttogether，thouandI；
Togetherdrunkofmanyanaliendawn，Andpluckedthefruitofmanyanaliensky。
Ah，ficklefriend，mustI，whoyesterdayDreamedforwardstolong，undimmedecstasy，Henceforwarddream，becausethouwiltnotstay，Backwardtotransientpleasureandtothee？
Igivetheebackthyfalse，ephemeralvow；
But，Obelovedcomrade，erewepart，UponmymournfuleyelidsandmybrowKissmewhoholdthineimageinmyheart。
NIGHTFALLINTHECITYOFHYDERABAD
Seehowthespeckledskyburnslikeapigeon’sthroat，Jewelledwithembersofopalandperidote。
Seethewhiteriverthatflashesandscintillates，Curvedlikeatuskfromthemouthofthecity—gates。
Hark，fromtheminaret，howthemuezzin’scallFloatslikeabattle—flagoverthecitywall。
Fromtrellisedbalconies，languidandluminousFacesgleam，veiledinasplendourvoluminous。
Leisurelyelephantswindthroughthewindinglanes，Swingingtheirsilverbellshungfromtheirsilverchains。
RoundthehighCharMinarsoundsofgaycavalcadesBlendwiththemusicofcymbalsandserenades。
OverthecitybridgeNightcomesmajestical，Bornelikeaqueentoasumptuousfestival。
STREETCRIES
Whendawn’sfirstcymbalsbeatuponthesky，Rousingtheworldtolabour’svariouscry，Totendtheflock，tobindthemellowinggrain，Fromardenttoiltoforgealittlegain，Andfastingmengoforthonhurryingfeet，BUYBREAD，BUYBREAD，ringsdowntheeagerstreet。
WhentheearthfaltersandthewatersswoonWiththeimplacableradianceofnoon，Andindimshelterskoilshushtheirnotes，Andthefaint，thirstingbloodinlanguidthroatsCravesliquidsuccourfromthecruelheat，BUYFRUIT，BUYFRUIT，stealsdownthepantingstreet。
Whentwilighttwinklingo’erthegaybazaars，Unfurlsasuddencanopyofstars，WhenlutesarestrungandfragranttorcheslitOnwhiteroof—terraceswhereloverssitDrinkingtogetheroflife’spoignantsweet，BUYFLOWERS，BUYFLOWERS，floatsdownthesingingstreet。
TOINDIA
Oyoungthroughallthyimmemorialyears！
Rise，Mother，rise，regeneratefromthygloom，And，likeabridehigh—matedwiththespheres，Begetnewgloriesfromthineagelesswomb！
ThenationsthatinfettereddarknessweepCravetheetoleadthemwheregreatmorningsbreak……
Mother，OMother，whereforedostthousleep？
Ariseandanswerforthychildren’ssake！
ThyFuturecallstheewithamanifoldsoundTocrescenthonours，splendours，victoriesvast；
Waken，OslumberingMotherandbecrowned，WhooncewertempressofthesovereignPast。
THEROYALTOMBSOFGOLCONDA
ImuseamongthesesilentfanesWhosespaciousdarknessguardsyourdust；
AroundmesleepthehoaryplainsThatholdyourancientwarsintrust。
Ipause，mydreamingspirithears，Acrossthewind’sunquiettides，Theglimmeringmusicofyourspears，Thelaughterofyourroyalbrides。
Invain，OKings，dothtimeaspireTomakeyournamesoblivion’ssport，WhileyonderhillwearslikeatierTheruinedgrandeurofyourfort。
Thoughcenturiesfalteranddecline，YourprovenstrongholdsshallremainEmbodiedmemoriesofyourline，Incarnatelegendsofyourreign。
OQueens，invainoldFatedecreedYourflower—likebodiestothetomb；
DeathisintruththevitalseedOfyourimperishablebloomEachnew—bornyearthebulbulssingTheirsongsofyourrenascentloves；
YourbeautywakenswiththespringTokindlethesepomegranategroves。
TOABUDDHASEATEDONALOTUS
LordBuddha，onthyLotus—throne，Withprayingeyesandhandselate，Whatmysticrapturedostthouown，Immutableandultimate？
Whatpeace，unravishedofourken，Annihilatefromtheworldofmen？
ThewindofchangeforeverblowsAcrossthetumultofourway，To—morrow’sunborngriefsdeposeThesorrowsofouryesterday。
Dreamyieldstodream，strifefollowsstrife，AndDeathunweavesthewebsofLife。
Forusthetravailandtheheat，Thebrokensecretsofourpride，Thestrenuouslessonsofdefeat，Theflowerdeferred，thefruitdenied；
Butnotthepeace，supremelywon，LordBuddha，ofthyLotus—throne。
WithfutilehandsweseektogainOurinaccessibledesire，Divinersummitstoattain，Withfaiththatsinksandfeetthattire；
ButnoughtshallconquerorcontrolTheheavenwardhungerofoursoul。
Theend，elusiveandafar，Stillluresuswithitsbeckoningflight，AndallourmortalmomentsareAsessionoftheInfinite。
Howshallwereachthegreat，unknownNirvanaofthyLotus—throne？