Category Archives: Sarojini Naidu

13 February 1879 – 2 March 1949, Hyderabad / India

Poem – In Praise of Henna 

A KOKILA called from a henna-spray:  Lira! liree! Lira! liree!  Hasten, maidens, hasten away  To gather the leaves of the henna-tree.  Send your pitchers afloat on the tide,  Gather the leaves ere the dawn be old,  Grind them in mortars … Continue reading

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Poem – In The Bazaars of Hyderabad 

What do you sell O ye merchants ? Richly your wares are displayed. Turbans of crimson and silver, Tunics of purple brocade, Mirrors with panels of amber, Daggers with handles of jade. What do you weigh, O ye vendors? Saffron … Continue reading

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Poem – Coromandel Fishers

Rise, brothers, rise; the wakening skies pray to the morning light,  The wind lies asleep in the arms of the dawn like a child that has cried all night.  Come, let us gather our nets from the shore and set … Continue reading

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Poem – To A Buddha Seated On A Lotus – Sarojini Naidu 

LORD BUDDHA, on thy Lotus-throne,  With praying eyes and hands elate,  What mystic rapture dost thou own,  Immutable and ultimate?  What peace, unravished of our ken,  Annihilate from the world of men?  The wind of change for ever blows  Across … Continue reading

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Poem – To the God of Pain – Sarojini Naidu 

UNWILLING priestess in thy cruel fane,  Long hast thou held me, pitiless god of Pain,  Bound to thy worship by reluctant vows,  My tired breast girt with suffering, and my brows  Anointed with perpetual weariness.  Long have I borne thy … Continue reading

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Poem – To India – Sarojini Naidu

O YOUNG through all thy immemorial years! Rise, Mother, rise, regenerate from thy gloom,  And, like a bride high-mated with the spheres,  Beget new glories from thine ageless womb!  The nations that in fettered darkness weep  Crave thee to lead them … Continue reading

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Poem – Leili – Sarojini Naidu 

The serpents are asleep among the poppies, The fireflies light the soundless panther’s way  To tangled paths where shy gazelles are straying,  And parrot-plumes outshine the dying day.  O soft! the lotus-buds upon the stream  Are stirring like sweet maidens when … Continue reading

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