Two Songs by Sitara, of Kashmir

Beloved! your hair was golden

As tender tints of sunrise,

As corn beside the River

In softly varying hues.

I loved you for your slightness,

Your melancholy sweetness,

Your changeful eyes, that promised

What your lips would still refuse.

You came to me, and loved me,

Were mine upon the River,

The azure water saw us

And the blue transparent sky;

The Lotus flowers knew it,

Our happiness together,

While life was only River,

Only love, and you and I.

Love wakened on the River,

To sounds of running water,

With silver Stars for witness

And reflected Stars for light;

Awakened to existence,

With ripples for first music

And sunlight on the River

For earliest sense of sight.

Love grew upon the River

Among the scented flowers,

The open rosy flowers

Of the Lotus buds in bloom —

Love, brilliant as the Morning,

More fervent than the Noon-day,

And tender as the Twilight

In its blue transparent gloom.

Love died upon the River!

Cold snow upon the mountains,

The Lotus leaves turned yellow

And the water very grey.

Our kisses faint and falter,

The clinging hands unfasten,

The golden time is over

And our passion dies away.

Away. To be forgotten,

A ripple on the River,

That flashes in the sunset,

That flashed,— and died away.