Sarangadhara
Part - 1
The labouring dawn gave out the child of light
Whose infant became played O'er the river's breast
And woke the bees asleep in lotus bowers,
While from Godavary's bank in merry whirls
A thousand pigeons starred the morning sky.
"Mine that, that farthest speck," one cries ; "And mine
Is out of sight," another ; but a third,
"Mine surely wheels the best"; and many so
Scanned with their weary eyes, like flying hopes
Their favourite birds. The prince at last as if
He said, "Let all that be, now see how mine
Doth wheel," with one warm kiss left his. At once
Rose over the air one deafening cheer; all eyes
Were up, when lo! no flight, no merry whirl,
The frightened bird rushed onwards as if mad
And perched himself upon the palace heights.
The prince concerned his min'ster comrade called,
And said, "Didst thou not mark my pigeon perch
Upon those spires gilt by the morning sun?
They are the Queen's; and I shall fetch it back."
But, then, the boy - dewan held by the robe
Prince Saranga, and whispered in his ear,
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