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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=479967" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Maran-Milan (Death-Wedding)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why do you speak so softly, Death, Death,<br>Creep upon me, watch me so stealthily?<br>This is not how a lover should behave.<br>When evening flowers droop upon their tired<br>Stems, when cattle are brought in from the fields<br>After a whole day’s grazing, you, Death,<br>Death, approach me with such gentle steps,<br>Settle yourself immovably by my side.<br>I cannot understand the things you say.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas, will this be how you will take me, Death,<br>Death? Like a thief, laying heavy sleep<br>On my eyes as you descend to my heart?<br>Will you thus let your tread be a slow beat<br>In my sleep-numbed blood, your jingling ankle-bells<br>A drowsy rumble in my ear? Will you, Death,<br>Death, wrap me, finally, in your cold<br>Arms and carry me away while I dream?<br>I do not know why you thus come and go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tell me, is this the way you wed, Death,<br>Death? Unceremonially, with no<br>Weight of sacrament or blessing or prayer?<br>Will you come with your massy tawny hair<br>Unkempt, unbound into a bright coil-crown?<br>Will no one bear your victory-flag before<br>Or after, will no torches glow like red<br>Eyes along the river, Death, Death?<br>Will earth not quake in terror at your step?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When fierce-eyed Siva came to take his bride,<br>Remember all the pomp and trappings, Death,<br>Death: the flapping tiger-skins he wore;<br>His roaring bull; the serpents hissing round<br>His hair; the bom-bom sound as he slapped his cheeks;<br>The necklace of skulls swinging round his neck;<br>The sudden raucous music as he blew<br>His horn to announce his coming - was this not<br>A better way of wedding, Death, Death?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as that deathly wedding-party’s din<br>Grew nearer, Death, Death, tears of joy<br>Filled Gauri’s eyes and the garments at her breast<br>Quivered; her left eye fluttered and her heart<br>Pounded; her body quailed with thrilled delight<br>And her mind ran away with itself, Death, Death;<br>Her mother wailed and smote her head at the thought<br>Of receiving so wild a groom; and in his mind<br>Her father agreed calamity had struck.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why must you always come like a thief, Death,<br>Death, always silently, at night’s end,<br>Leaving only tears? Come to me festively,<br>Make the whole night ring with your triumph, blow<br>Your victory-conch, dress me in blood-red robes,<br>Grasp me by the hand and sweep me away!<br>Pay no heed to what others may think, Death,<br>Death, for I shall of my own free will<br>Resort to you if you but take me gloriously.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I am immersed in work in my room<br>When you arrive, Death, Death, then break<br>My work, thrust my unreadiness aside.<br>If I am sleeping, sinking all desires<br>In the dreamy pleasure of my bed, or I lie<br>With apathy gripping my heart and my eyes<br>Flickering between sleep and waking, fill<br>Your conch with your destructive breath and blow,<br>Death, Death, and I shall run to you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I shall go to where your boat is moored,<br>Death, Death, to the sea where the wind rolls<br>Darkness towards me from infinity.<br>I may see black clouds massing in the far<br>North-east corner of the sky; fiery snakes<br>Of lightning may rear up with their hoods raised,<br>But I shall not flinch in unfounded fear -<br>I shall pass silently, unswervingly<br>Across that red storm-sea, Death, Death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rabindranath+Tagore">Rabindranath Tagore</a><div class=q>
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Creep upon me, watch me so stealthily?
This is not how a lover should behave.
When evening flowers droop upon their tired
Stems, when cattle are brought in from the fields
After a whole day’s grazing, yo..."></div>
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