by Sarojini Naidu (1879 - 1949)
Like a Serpent Matches original text
Language: English
She Like a serpent to the calling voice of flutes, Glides my heart into thy fingers, O my Love! Where the night-wind, like a lover, leans above His jasmine-gardens and sirisha-bowers; And on ripe boughs of many-coloured fruits Bright parrots cluster like vermilion flowers. He Like the perfume in the petals of a rose, Hides thy heart within my bosom, O my love! Like a garland, like a jewel, like a dove That hangs its nest in the asoka-tree. Lie still, O love, until the morning sows Her tents of gold on fields of ivory.
Composition:
- Set to music by Liza Lehmann (1862 - 1918), "Like a Serpent", published 1907 [ alto, tenor, orchestra ], from The Golden Threshold : An Indian Song-Garland , no. 9, London: Boosey & Co.
Text Authorship:
- by Sarojini Naidu (1879 - 1949), "Indian Love-Song", appears in The Golden Threshold, in 1. Folk Songs
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This text was added to the website: 2023-08-15
Line count: 14
Word count: 95