Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG OF RADHA THE MILKMAID, by SAROJINI NAIDU Poet's Biography First Line: I carried my curds to the mathura fair Last Line: How brightly the river was flowing! Subject(s): Folk Songs - Indian; Singing & Singers; Worship | ||||||||
I CARRIED my curds to the Mathura fair. ... How softly the heifers were lowing. ... I wanted to cry "Who will buy, who will buy These curds that are white as the clouds in the sky When the breezes of Shrawan are blowing?" But my heart was so full of your beauty, Beloved, They laughed as I cried without knowing: Govinda! Govinda! Govinda! Govinda! ... How softly the river was flowing! I carried my pots to the Mathura tide. ... How gaily the rowers were rowing! ... My comrades called "Ho! let us dance, let us sing And wear saffron garments to welcome the spring, And pluck the new buds that are blowing." But my heart was so full of your music, Beloved, They mocked when I cried without knowing: Govinda! Govinda! Govinda! Govinda! ... How gaily the river was flowing! I carried my gifts to the Mathura shrine. ... How brightly the torches were glowing! ... I folded my hands at the altars to pray "O shining ones guard us by night and by day" And loudly the conch shells were blowing. But my heart was so lost in your worship, Beloved, They were wroth when I cried without knowing: Govinda! Govinda! Govinda! Govinda! ... How brightly the river was flowing! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMPANIONSHIP by MALTBIE DAVENPORT BABCOCK FOR I WILL CONSIDER YOUR DOG MOLLY by DAVID LEHMAN RUSSIAN CATHEDRAL by CLAUDE MCKAY LITTLE WHITE CHURCH by MARILYN NELSON A STEEPLE ON THE HOUSE by ROBERT FROST MATE (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ANSWER TO PRAYER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE TEN COMMANDMENTS by GEORGE SANTAYANA A CHALLENGE TO FATE by SAROJINI NAIDU |
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