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 @3Shrawan@1 are blowing?" But my heart was so full of your beauty, Beloved, They laughed as I cried without knowing: @3Govinda! Govinda! Govinda! Govinda!@1 ... 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: @3Govinda! Govinda! Govinda! Govinda!@1 ... 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: @3Govinda! Govinda! Govinda! Govinda!@1 ... How brightly the river was flowing! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE SECOND DAY: LADY WENTWORTH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE HOUSE OF LIFE: THE SONNET (INTRODUCTION) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI IDYLLS OF THE KING: LANCELOT AND ELAINE by ALFRED TENNYSON MY NATIVE LAND by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS POLYHYMNIA: VERSES TO LORD NORREYS, SELECTION by WILLIAM BASSE SWORD AND BUCKLER; OR, SERVING-MAN'S DEFENCE: INTRODUCTION by WILLIAM BASSE |