MYSTIC LOVE SONG FROM “THIRTY INDIAN SONGS”

Quietly come, O Beauty, come! O! cups of wine I’ll fill for thee. Come to our house, O Beauty, come; Come as a guest, O Beauty, come: Quietly come, O Beauty, come! Borders twain thy veil adorn; At early dawn, O Beauty, rise— Quietly come, O Beauty, come! A silken border thy veil adorns; Father has sent thee a cradle of bells— Quietly come, O Beauty, come! Hast thou come from the heavens, O lovely bird? Wilt come by thyself, or a snare shall I spread? Quietly come, O Beauty, come! He who made this golden bracelet, Was he only a goldsmith and never a master of craft? Quietly come, O Beauty, come! Ananda Coomaraswamy.