日期：2007-11-10 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, p... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-11-10 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 leaves,The wild wind blows in a cloud. Hark to a voice that is callingTo my heart in the voice of the... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-11-10 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... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-11-10 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... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-11-10 TO MY FAIRY FANCIES Nay, no longer I may hold you,In my spirit's soft caresses, Nor like lotus-leaves enfold youIn the tangles of my tresses. Fairy fancies, fly awayTo the white cloud-wildernesses, Fly away！ Nay, no longer ye may lingerWith your lau... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-11-10 ODE TO H.H. THE NIZAM OF HYDERABAD （Presented at the Ramzan Durbar） Deign, Prince, my tribute to receive, This lyric offering to your name, Who round your jewelled scepter bind The lilies of a poet's fame； Beneath whose sway concordant dwell The p... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-11-10 LEILI 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 sw... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-11-10 IN THE FOREST Here, O my heart, let us burn the dear dreams that are dead, Here in this wood let us fashion a funeral pyre Of fallen white petals and leaves that are mellow and red, Here let us burn them in noon's flaming torches of fire. We are wear... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-11-10 PAST AND FUTURE THE NEW HATH COME AND NOW THE OLD RETIRES： And so the past becomes a mountain-cell, Where lone, apart, old hermit-memories dwell In consecrated calm, forgotten yet Of the keen heart that hastens to forget Old longings in fulfilling n... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-11-10 LIFE Children, ye have not lived, to you it seems Life is a lovely stalactite of dreams, Or carnival of careless joys that leap About your hearts like billows on the deep In flames of amber and of amethyst. Children, ye have not lived, ye but exist T... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-11-10 THE POET'S LOVE-SONG In noon-tide hours, O Love, secure and strong,I need thee not； mad dreams are mine to bindThe world to my desire, and hold the wind A voiceless captive to my conquering song.I need thee not, I am content with these：Keep silence... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-11-10 TO THE GOD OF PAIN 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... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-11-10 THE SONG OF PRINCESS ZEB-UN-NISSA IN PRAISE OF HER OWN BEAUTY （From the Persian） When from my cheek I lift my veil, The roses turn with envy pale, And from their pierced hearts, rich with pain, Send forth their fragrance like a wail. Or if perchanc... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-11-10 INDIAN DANCERS Eyes ravished with rapture, celestially panting, what passionate bosoms aflaming withfire Drink deep of the hush of the hyacinth heavens that glimmer around them in fountains of light； O wild and entrancing the strain of keen music th... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-11-10 MY DEAD DREAM Have you found me, at last, O my Dream？ Seven aeons ago You died and I buried you deep under forests of snow. Why have you come hither？ Who bade you awake from your sleep And track me beyond the cerulean foam of the deep？ Would you t... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-11-10 DAMAYANTE TO NALA IN THE HOUR OF EXILE （A fragment） Shalt thou be conquered of a human fate My liege, my lover, whose imperial head Hath never bent in sorrow of defeat？ Shalt thou be vanquished, whose imperial feet Have shattered armies and stampe... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-11-10 THE QUEEN'S RIVAL I QUEEN Gulnaar sat on her ivory bed, Around her countless treasures were spread； Her chamber walls were richly inlaid With agate, porphory, onyx and jade； The tissues that veiled her delicate breast, Glowed with the hues of a lap... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-11-10 THE POET TO DEATH Tarry a while, O Death, I cannot die While yet my sweet life burgeons with its spring； Fair is my youth, and rich the echoing boughs Where dhadikulas sing. Tarry a while, O Death, I cannot die With all my blossoming hopes unharvest... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-11-10 THE INDIAN GIPSY In tattered robes that hoard a glittering trace Of bygone colours, broidered to the knee, Behold her, daughter of a wandering race, Tameless, with the bold falcon's agile grace, And the lithe tiger's sinuous majesty. With frugal skil... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-11-10 We who are old， old and gay， O so old！ Thousands of years， thousands of years， If all were told： Give to these children， new from the world， Silence and love； And the long dew-dropping hours of the night， And the stars above： Give to these... 阅读全文>>