Friday 6 May 2016

Nor can Time Stale Thy Grace

O bare beauty’s bride of immortals
You enrapt silence of mystery,
who can't tell your flowery history
And Fair Youth? And unstinted admiration you bear,
All profuse versifiers to your truth begotten,
They lie; of your mystic gracious beauty, swear.
This your stately grace can never stale time
Nor can eternity touch the untouched hymn
Of passionate heart-breathing passions all.

Ah! happy begotten days cannot shed
Luster, on your unveiled truth, soft to the ear still,
Nor ever can bid the spring adieu, till
Your soft heard voices are forlorn on horizon
And ceased in high sounding pant;
Your beauty and chanted incantation
Shall pass through men to men
On beaded wreaths, and ways trodden
Will recall the numbers of holy verses read.

O Fair Youth! You do tease us
As does heaven laugh
On our mortality, weak and half !
When old ages pass on Achilles’s heel
And days are crossed in burden, we feel
What immortal souls were given
But this generation is over on linen,
And past the eyes remain days numbered
We sleep, thus, in deep slumber.

You, ours, a friend to all breathing human passions
Of unwearied men and women, to whom he does say:
Time surpasses the immortality taught
And days of ecstasy, too, shall be wrought
Generations swift come and go
As souls and tide that flow.
But your unuttered voices will be heard
Till the Day of Judgment in peace
And your unspoken tales will ever exist
For today, tomorrow and all the ages I drift.
                                            © Written by Manoj Kumar Mishra

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