DAMAYANTE TO NALA IN THE HOUR OF EXILE

by: Sarojini Naidu (1879-1949)

      HALT 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 stamped empires dead?
      Who shall unking thee, husband of a queen?
      Wear thou thy majesty inviolate.
      Earth's glories flee of human eyes unseen,
      Earth's kingdoms fade to a remembered dream,
      But thine henceforth shall be a power supreme,
      Dazzling command and rich dominion,
      The winds thy heralds and thy vassals all
      The silver-belted planets and the sun.
      Where'er the radiance of thy coming fall,
      Shall dawn for thee her saffron footcloths spread,
      Sunset her purple canopies and red,
      In serried splendour, and the night unfold
      Her velvet darkness wrought with starry gold
      For kingly raiment, soft as cygnet-down.
      My hair shall braid thy temples like a crown
      Of sapphires, and my kiss upon thy brows
      Like çithar-music lull thee to repose,
      Till the sun yield thee homage of his light.
       
      O king, thy kingdom who from thee can wrest?
      What fate shall dare uncrown thee from this breast,
      O god-born lover, whom my love doth gird
      And armour with impregnable delight
      Of Hope's triumphant keen flame-carven sword?

"Damayante to Nala in the Hour of Exile" is reprinted from The Golden Threshold. Sarojini Naidu. New York: John Lane Company, 1916.

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