The King's English

Name: The King's English
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Erschienen am 24. April 2025

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You flood my music with your autumn silence
And burn me in the flame-burst of your spring.
Lo! through my beggar-being's tattered garments
Resplendent shines your crystal heart, my King!
Like a rich song you chant your red-fire sunrise,
Deep in my dreams, and forge your white-flame moon ...
You hide the crimson secret of your sunset,
And the pure golden message of your moon.
You fashion cool-grey clouds within my body,
And weave your rain into a diamond mesh.
The Universal Beauty dances, dances
A glimmering peacock in my flowering flesh!
Harindranath Chattopadhyaya.

BEYOND THE VERGE OF TIME

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Our dreams and longings cover deeper dreams
And longings in the silence far away.
All things on earth, sweet winds and shining clouds,
Waters and stars and the lone moods of men,
Are cool green echoes of the voice that sings
Beyond the verge of Time. Between two cries of aught,
Of aught on earth, wakes the eternal fire
Wherein the destiny of heaven is wrought,
For what is heaven but the earth grown full,
And God but man unshadowed and afar?
Harindranath Chattopadhyaya.

STEPS

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Each moment when we feel alone
In this great world of rush and riot
Is as a jewelled stepping-stone
Which leads into the House of Quiet.
Within it dwell the ancient seers
Beyond unreal griefs and cares,
Beyond unreal smiles and tears,
Beyond the need of chant and prayers.
Harindranath Chattopadhyaya.

EGO

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A Beauty that ever eludes these fleshly eyes
And fingers and lips ...
Ere I can catch one gleam of the starry skies
The mystery slips,
Leaving an empty, desolate, mocking moan
In the little heart that greedily sought to hold
Vast beauty within its shadowy grasp and own
Elusive, starry gold!
Who are you, feeble, shadow-robed elf,
Striving again and again in vain to capture
Wealth of the deep, the shining, ineffable rapture
Which is the Self beyond self?
Harindranath Chattopadhyaya.

FIRE

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Kindle your glimmering lamp in the infinite space, O Love!
Let the dark shadows dance in the burning depths of mine eyes.
I am athirst for one glimpse of your beautiful face, O Love!
Veiled in the mystical silence of stars and the purple of skies.
Thrill me with radiant rapture, O Love! of your ravishing flute,
Folding my silence in song, and my sorrow in silver eclipse,
Shaping my heart into flower, and the flower of my heart into fruit
Meet for your orchards of light, and touch of your luminous lips.
Cast in the shadowy deeps of my being, your love, like a spark,
Fan it to magical flame, till my dead heart burst into fire,
Swing like a censer, my dream of devotion, O Love! through the dark,
Turn into tumults of incense my richly-pulsating desire!
Harindranath Chattopadhyaya.

THE ARTIST

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The selfsame radiant ecstasy
Which wrought the tempest's giant wrath
Has painted gorgeous dream-designs
So delicately on the moth.
The selfsame luminous agony
Which shaped the lightning's fiery claw
Has carved in utmost tenderness
A summer flower without a flaw.
The selfsame motherhood which made
The awful mystery of death
Has built the body of a child
And lit its limbs with golden breath.
The selfsame miracle which moves
In silent mystery apart
Has struck the secret melody
Which dances shyly in my heart.
Harindranath Chattopadhyaya.

IMAGERY

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He has fashioned the stars and the moons to the music
Of innermost-flowering joy and desire,
He has tried his own love for himself through the ages
By flooding his limbs with unquenchable fire
Of creation that dances and bubbles and flutters
In peacocks, in seas, and the hearts of the birds.
Behind the rich silence of red-running sunsets
And cool-coloured sundawns he utters his words.
He is finding for ever his infinite fullness
In blossoming buds and the withering flowers.
He shapes through the heart of the world his Ideal
So white in the midst of the many-hued hours.
He weaves a fine trammel of marvellous colours
Around and about him in utter delight,
Till straight through the darkness his laughter comes lambent,
Birdlike from a cage in a freedom of flight.
Harindranath Chattopadhyaya.

I

TRANSIENCE

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Forgive this wrong:
That of your beauty I have made
Only a passing song,
Only a white-flower song that will fade
Ere I have time to lay it beneath
The shapèd beauty of your feet.
Jehangir Jivaji Vakil.

II

O LONG BLACK HAIR

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O long black hair of love,
In your dark shades a dove,
My heart, circles in rings,
Beating white wings.
Jehangir Jivaji Vakil.

REVELATION

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O, I have dreamt on many rain-dim eves
Of Beauty folded in the flowers and leaves,
Spraying the grass with laughter as with light
Of shaken pearls that lit her hair's dark night;
But never dreamed her eyes so deep might be
As those with which last eve you gazed at me.
Jehangir Jivaji Vakil.

SPRING THAT IN MY COURTYARD

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Spring that in my courtyard used to make
Such riot once, and buzzing laughter lift,
With heaped drift-
Pomegranate-flowers,
Kanchan, parul, rain of palas-showers;
Spring whose new twigs stirred the woods awake,
With rosy kisses maddening all the sky,[1]
Seeks me out to-day with soundless feet,
Where I sit alone. Her steadfast gaze
Goes out to where the fields and heavens meet;
Beside my silent cottage, silently
She looks and sees the greenness swoon and die
Into the azure haze.
Rabindranath Tagore.

THIS DAY WILL PASS

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I know this day will pass,
This day will pass-[2]
That one day, some day,
The dim sun with tender smiling
Will look in my face,
Looking his last farewell.
Beside the way the flute will sound,
The kine will graze on the river-bank,
The children will play in the courtyards,
The birds will sing on.
Yet this day will pass,
This day will pass.
This is my prayer,
My prayer to Thee:
That ere I go I may learn
Why the green Earth,
Lifting her eyes to the sky,
Called me to her;
Why the silence of the Night
Told me of the stars,
Why the Day's glory
Raised waves in my...

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The King's English

Beschreibung

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Inhalt

BEYOND THE VERGE OF TIME

STEPS

EGO

FIRE

THE ARTIST

IMAGERY

I TRANSIENCE

II O LONG BLACK HAIR

REVELATION

SPRING THAT IN MY COURTYARD

THIS DAY WILL PASS

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TRANSIENCE

II

O LONG BLACK HAIR