Shringar

a love poem

Alexandre-Auguste Hirsch — Calliope Teaching Orpheus, 1865
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Thy voice
To me is unchaster
Than of Rati,
Yet it singeth softest evensongs
Of Krishna Radhe.
Thy voice
Musics more melodious
Than Nightingale to Keats.
Is an intonation of enchanting grace
Possesses supremacy to Siren’s prowess.
Thy voice is a song.
And song always has an end.

When thy lips start bidding adieu,
It is a pleasurely pain nigh
Though turning to poison with time.

At the very Opera of Delight,
Sorrow shrouds me all in its might.