Now sounds the nagra loud and deep,
To war it turns my mind,
I go where duty calls, nor weep
To leave thee here behind, dear love! to leave thee here behind.
Where lazy peace still holds her sway
I cannot now remain,
Nor must I love's soft voice obey
The Rajput name to stain, dear love! the Rajput name to stain.
Once more farewell! If gracious Raam
But spare this life of mine,
For every pain I'll find a balm
On those sweet lips of thine, dear love! on those sweet lips of thine.
But if remorseless death should dart
The cruel shaft at me,
Though hence my spirit should depart,
It still should pray for thee, dear love! it still should pray for thee.
The Gopees' Address to the Kokil.
Ah! cease, dear Kokil, cease to sing
Thy soft enchanting lays,
For, ever to our minds they bring
The thoughts of happier days, sweet bird!
The thoughts of happier days!
And mem'ry fondly paints the scene,
When in the Tamal grove
We joyous danced and struck the Veen
And sang of youth and love, sweet bird!
And sang of youth and love!
