the golden threshold(金色的门槛)-第3章
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the squirrel's slumber； Where the deep woods glimmer with the jasmine's
bloom？
I'll feed thee； O beloved； on milk and wild red honey； I'll bear thee in a
basket of rushes； green and white； To a palace…bower where golden…vested
maidens Thread with mellow laughter the petals of delight。
Whither dost thou loiter； by what murmuring hollows； Where
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oleanders scatter their ambrosial fire？ Come； thou subtle bride of my
mellifluous wooing； Come； thou silver…breasted moonbeam of desire！
CORN…GRINDERS
O LITTLE MOUSE； WHY DOST THOU CRY WHILE MERRY
STARS LAUGH IN THE SKY？
Alas！ alas！ my lord is dead！ Ah； who will ease my bitter pain？ He went
to seek a millet…grain In the rich farmer's granary shed； They caught him
in a baited snare； And slew my lover unaware： Alas！ alas！ my lord is dead。
O LITTLE DEER； WHY DOST THOU MOAN； HID IN THY
FOREST…BOWER ALONE？
Alas！ alas！ my lord is dead！ Ah！ who will quiet my lament？
At fall of eventide he went To drink beside the river…head； A waiting
hunter threw his dart； And struck my lover through the heart。 Alas！ alas！
my lord is dead。
O LITTLE BRIDE； WHY DOST THOU WEEP WITH ALL THE
HAPPY WORLD ASLEEP？
Alas！ alas！ my lord is dead！ Ah； who will stay these hungry tears； Or
still the want of famished years； And crown with love my marriage…bed？
My soul burns with the quenchless fire That lit my lover's funeral pyre：
Alas！ alas！ my lord is dead。
VILLAGE…SONG
Honey； child； honey； child； whither are you going？ Would you cast
your jewels all to the breezes blowing？ Would you leave the mother who
on golden grain has fed you？ Would you grieve the lover who is riding
forth to wed you？
Mother mine； to the wild forest I am going； Where upon the champa
boughs the champa buds are blowing； To the koil…haunted river…isles
where lotus lilies glisten； The voices of the fairy folk are calling me： O
listen！
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Honey； child； honey； child； the world is full of pleasure； Of bridal…
songs and cradle…songs and sandal… scented leisure。 Your bridal robes are
in the loom； silver and saffron glowing； Your bridal cakes are on the
hearth： O whither are you going？
The bridal…songs and cradle…songs have cadences of sorrow； The
laughter of the sun to…day； the wind of death to…morrow。 Far sweeter
sound the forest…notes where forest… streams are falling； O mother mine；
I cannot stay； the fairy…folk are calling。
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 of amber and gold； The fresh green leaves of the
henna…tree。
A kokila called from a henna…spray： LIRA！ LIREE！ LIRA！ LIREE！
Hasten maidens； hasten away To gather the leaves of the henna…tree。 The
tilka's red for the brow of a bride； And betel…nut's red for lips that are
sweet； But； for lily…like fingers and feet； The red； the red of the henna…tree。
HARVEST HYMN
Men's Voices
Lord of the lotus； lord of the harvest； Bright and munificent lord of the
morn！ Thine is the bounty that prospered our sowing； Thine is the bounty
that nurtured our corn。 We bring thee our songs and our garlands for
tribute； The gold of our fields and the gold of our fruit； O giver of
mellowing radiance； we hail thee； We praise thee； O Surya； with cymbal
and flute。
Lord of the rainbow； lord of the harvest； Great and beneficent lord of
the main！ Thine is the mercy that cherished our furrows； Thine is the
mercy that fostered our grain。 We bring thee our thanks and our garlands
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for tribute； The wealth of our valleys； new…garnered and ripe； O sender of
rain and the dewfall； we hail thee； We praise thee； Varuna； with cymbal
and pipe。
Women's Voices
Queen of the gourd…flower； queen of the harvest； Sweet and
omnipotent mother； O Earth！ Thine is the plentiful bosom that feeds us；
Thine is the womb where our riches have birth。 We bring thee our love and
our garlands for tribute； With gifts of thy opulent giving we come； O
source of our manifold gladness； we hail thee； We praise thee； O Prithvi；
with cymbal and drum。
All Voices
Lord of the Universe； Lord of our being； Father eternal； ineffable Om！
Thou art the Seed and the Scythe of our harvests； Thou art our Hands and
our Heart and our Home。 We bring thee our lives and our labours for
tribute； Grant us thy succour； thy counsel； thy care。 O Life of all life and
all blessing； we hail thee； We praise thee； O Bramha； with cymbal and
prayer。
INDIAN LOVE…SONG
She
Like a serpent to the calling voice of flutes； Glides my heart into thy
fingers； O my Love！ Where the night…wind； like a lover； leans above His
jasmine…gardens and sirisha…bowers； And on ripe boughs of many…
coloured fruits Bright parrots cluster like vermilion flowers。
He
Like the perfume in the petals of a rose； Hides thy heart within my
bosom； O my love！ Like a garland； like a jewel； like a dove That hangs its
nest in the asoka…tree。 Lie still； O love； until the morning sows Her tents of
gold on fields of ivory。
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CRADLE…SONG
From groves of spice； O'er fields of rice； Athwart the lotus…stream；I
bring for you；Aglint with dew A little lovely dream。
Sweet； shut your eyes；The wild fire…fiies Dance through the fairy
neem；From the poppy…boleFor you I stole A little lovely dream。
Dear eyes； good…night；In golden light The stars around you gleam；On
you I pressWith soft caress A little lovely dream。
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SUTTEE
Lamp of my life； the lips of Death Hath blown thee out with their
sudden breath； Naught shall revive thy vanished spark 。 。 。 Love； must I
dwell in the living dark？
Tree of my life； Death's cruel foot Hath crushed thee down to thy
hidden root； Nought shall restore thy glory fled 。 。 。 Shall the blossom live
when the tree is dead？
Life of my life； Death's bitter sword Hath severed us like a broken
word； Rent us in twain who are but one 。 。 Shall the flesh survive when
the soul is gone？
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SONGS FOR MUSIC
SONG OF A DREAM
Once in the dream of a night I stood Lone in the light of a magical
wood； Soul…deep in visions that poppy…like sprang； And spirits of Truth
were the birds that sang； And spirits of Love were the stars that glowed；
And spirits of Peace were the streams that flowed In that magical wood in
the land of sleep。
Lone in the light of that magical grove； I felt the stars of the spirits of
Love Gather and gleam round my delicate youth； And I heard the song of
the spirits of Truth； To quench my longing I bent me low By the streams of
the spirits of Peace that flow In that magical wood in the land of sleep。
HUMAYUN TO ZOBEIDA
（From the Urdu） You flaunt your beauty in the rose； your glory in the
dawn； Your sweetness in the nightingale； your whiteness in the swan。
You haunt my waking like a dream； my slumber like a moon； Pervade
me like a musky scent； possess me like a tune。
Yet； when I crave of you； my sweet； one tender moment's grace； You
cry； 〃I SIT BEHIND THE VEIL； I CANNOT SHOW MY FACE。〃
Shall any foolish veil divide my longing from my bliss？ Shall any
fragile curtain hide your beauty from my kiss？
What war is this of THEE and ME？ Give o'er the wanton strife； You
are the heart within my heart； the life within my life。
AUTUMN SONG
Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow；The sunset hangs on a cloud； A
golden storm of glittering sheaves； Of fair and frail and fluttering
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leaves；The wild wind blows in a cloud。
Hark to a voice that is callingTo my heart in the voice of the wind： My
heart is weary and sad and alone； For its dreams like the fluttering leaves
have gone；And why should I stay behind？
ALABASTER
Like this alabaster box whose art Is frail as a cassia…flower； is my heart；
Carven with delicate dreams and wrought With many a subtle and
exquisite thought。
Therein I treasure the spice and scent Of rich and passionate memories
blent Like odours of cinnamon； sandal and clove； Of song and sorrow and
life and love。
ECSTASY
Cover mine eyes； O my Love！Mine eyes that are weary of bliss As of
light that is poignant and strongO silence my lips with a kiss； My lips that
are weary of song！
Shelter my soul； O my love！My soul is bent low with the pain And the
burden
