Aubade

Author(s): Jayshankar Prasad and Romila Thapar

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Source: Poetry, Vol. 93, No. 4 (Jan., 1959), p. 257
Published by: Poetry Foundation
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JAYSHANKAR

JAYSHANKAR PRASAD

AUBADE
Awake forthenightis spent.
In thewell of theskythedawn
Dips hervesselof stars
morning-song.
To thesoundof birdsat their
The young leaves
Are a veil, swaying.
How softalong thevine are thebudsof Spring.
Awake forthenightis spent.
Your lipshold lifeina stillness;
Your hairentrapsthesouth-wind.
Ah, you are asleepwith thenight-songfiullin
inyoureyes.
Awake. The nightis spent.
theHindi byRomila Thiapar
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