Mystic Love Song From “Thirty Indian Songs”
Quietly come, O Beauty, come!
O! cups of wine I’ll fill for thee.
Come to our house, O Beauty, come;
Come as a guest, O Beauty, come:
Quietly come, O Beauty, come!
Borders twain thy veil adorn;
At early dawn, O Beauty, rise—
Quietly come, O Beauty, come!
A silken border thy veil adorns;
Father has sent thee a cradle of bells—
Quietly come, O Beauty, come!
Hast thou come from the heavens, O lovely bird?
Wilt come by thyself, or a snare shall I spread?
Quietly come, O Beauty, come!
He who made this golden bracelet,
Was he only a goldsmith and never a master of craft?
Quietly come, O Beauty, come!
Ananda Coomaraswamy.