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To your mocha form I sing To ho, I praise thee Chitra! Chitra!
Though you're beyond The bitter waters of Godavari Beguiled not to respond
And I banished from my country Under a soul-lit sky Bound by a decree
I will not stop to sing In the teeth of a relentless gale Chitra! Chitra!
I will not lament tonight Your ivory-carved delight That has put the light to flight
Nor will I bemoan the plight Of your two perfect mares Yoked to the chariot of the night
Tawny mounts whose manes Spread in the fragrant wind Yearning to be contained
Reverent to regions unknown I will travel for thee Chitra! Chitra!
A fish-rippling belly Tender work of summer tan The musk in your niche
To the black-eyed Eve I impetuously sing Chitra! Chitra!
On a white pearl bed Inlaid with tasseled gold Your auriferous divinity unfold
You stream of summer love Lovely shadow on the snow Chitra! Chitra!
Your pear-shaped smile A celestial dream on a night-sky Sophisticated sorceress
A sonsy lass To you I sing and louder sing Chitra! Chitra! |
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