Sikhsya
Ai pathara mate deichhi sikhsya
Kahichhi jare ja pathara hoi ja
Mu maruchhi pathara hoi na pari.
Mate sunaichhi gita ai pathara
Aau ai pathara mate sunaichhi
Aakasha aakasha au mu rati adhare
Pathara upare basi pacharichhi
Taranka bayasa.
Dekhichhi ai patharaku padiamajhire
Dekhichhi ambagachha tale
Dekhichhi puneire
Janichhi a pathara pain
Rahichhi mo ghara mo sansara.
A patharaku athu uthaiba nain prasna
janichhi ai pathara mate dhari
Rakhichhi mularu aau mu pathara sahita
Jaichhi udi sata samudra tera nai jouthi
Nain nain.
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Se tarata
Delanain kichhi a rati mate
Aau chaligala aasithila joubate.
Rati galaparebi kian se tarata
sethi semiti rahichhi kejani!
Jane mu mora mora jaiparibi
dekhi dekhi mo bata mi aau
kahiparibi tarataku thare achhuta
jiropawar bulb pari sethi.
Kie kaha katha sune?
Tara kanei rahiba mo kathaku
aau kahiba saante hela sunili
jibe ni mate chhadi ta!
mu galabele kholi jae mo chhapala aau mu
tanka suna ghara badi pain jibaku
mana kare na aau jain
jain hataku kichhi aasena mora.
mu mora semiti padurahe saradina
phatibara thile phate pahada
nai uchhule kula langhe
pabana piti hue munuga gachhare
ethi sethi semiti sabuthi.
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The Birth of The War-God (Canto Fourth ) - Rati's Lament
Sad, solitary, helpless, faint, forlorn,
Woke Káma's darling from her swoon to mourn.
Too soon her gentle soul returned to know
The pangs of widowhood—that word of woe.
Scarce could she raise her, trembling, from the ground,
Scarce dared to bend her anxious gaze around,
Unconscious yet those greedy eyes should never
Feed on his beauty more—gone, gone for ever.
'Speak to me, Káma! why so silent? give
One word in answer—doth my Káma live?'
There on the turf his dumb cold ashes lay,
Whose soul that fiery flash had scorched away.
She clasped the dank earth in her wild despair,
Her bosom stained, and rent her long bright hair,
Till hill and valley caught the mourner's cry,
And pitying breezes echoed sigh for sigh.
'Oh thou wast beautiful: fond lovers sware
Their own bright darlings were like Káma, fair.
Sure woman's heart is stony: can it be
That I still live while this is all of thee?
Where art thou, Káma? Could my dearest leave
His own fond Rati here alone to grieve?
So must the sad forsaken lotus die
When her bright river leaves his channel dry.
Káma, dear Káma, call again to mind
How thou wast ever gentle, I was kind.
Let not my prayer, thy Rati's prayer, be vain;
Come as of old, and bless these eyes again!
Wilt thou not hear me? Think of those sweet hours
When I would bind thee with my zone of flowers,
Those soft gay fetters o'er thee fondly wreathing,
Thine only punishment when gently breathing
In tones of love thy heedless sigh betrayed
The name, dear traitor! of some rival maid.
Then would I pluck a floweret from my tress
And beat thee till I forced thee to confess,
While in my play the falling leaves would cover
The eyes—the bright eyes—of my captive lover.
And then those words that made me, oh, so blest—
'Dear love, thy home is in my faithful breast!'
Alas, sweet words, too blissful to be true,
Or how couldst thou have died, nor Rati perish too?
Yes, I will fly to thee, of thee bereft,
And leave this world which thou, my life, hast left.
Cold, gloomy, now this wretched world must be,
For all its pleasures came from only thee.
When night has veiled the city in its shade,
Thou, only thou, canst soothe the wandering maid,
And guide her trembling at the thunder's roar
Safe through the darkness to her lover's door.
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Tapasya
Ethakara a golapgachha hela kian kata?
Kian pashki kuadu aasi basila dandapindare?
Uttaraku apeshkya na kari mu baharili kacheri
Bhala khabara jouthi na thae kebe kaha pain.
Dosi aau nirdosh bhitare pharak thae na mothi
Mo pain kacharagada kichi kamara nuhen semiti.
Bipada sahita mora dosti maobadi aatankabadi
Mora padosi kebe kaha sahita kou kamare hata
Milaiba katha jane bhalakari.
Desabhakti gita sabu mora priya
Nara bhitare akelachalo
Sarejahanse achha kahikahi
Badira mati lagain mathare.
Tara ru tara buliba bala mu
Gharabali paanta kemiti mate
Aau ghare rahanta kemiti shanti
Mu mora khojuthain aau aau
Sujoga dekhi kemiti jaanti
Helamatre tikie pahanti.
Kahaku kbe krini aapatti
Mu mora chhai dhari thain mothi
Katagolapa gachhare phute mora phula
pashkhi aasila aau na aasi bi subhe
Mate gita jou gita pain mora a tapasya.
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Jarata
1
Anka kasidelabelaku samaste ascharya
emiti phala baharila kemiti
jaha kaunasi sankyare chidunain.
sakala bipadaku taulilabelaku
bhari paduchhi a rajya
khuna jani guna uthuchhi ubuki.
Sara dipahara aaha chu chu karibaku
kie achhi bahara.
Netrutwa neba kana ede sahaja
mati pachi panka gandheilejai phute padma.
Bishada samayare sahi sambhali
rahiparile prakatibe Rama
juadu jemiti pabana bahuchhi
bahuthau chhada nain niti niyama.
Pratiti muhurtare jadi kichhi kichhi sikhuchha tebe jiinchha
samayara aahwana swikara kari aabhijana aarambha kale
hata paantaku aasijiba bijaya.
Bijay!
kahara bijaya?
satyara sindura phatibabele
jie thia hoithiba nischala tahara
kie uchha nischha kie
satrukie kiemitra
bachhabichara kichhi na thiba.
2
kana kemiti karibi mote pachara nain
kemiti udeibi aakasha chutuki phutai
kie kana karibe kemiti karibe
sabu jojana sarichhi
hebaki badalai kara kapala kostthi.
Janma mora bhala lagi
kebe karinain anista chinta kaharahele.
Jaha karichhi a jae sabu para lagi
mothi para aapana bheda e nain.
Samadrustire dekhichhi sabhinki
galikandi buleichhi panira siara kati kati.
Jaichhi jebe sakhinka melare
swapna dekhichhi matira aakashara
Taranakshyaramane olehhi aasichhanti sabhinka munhare
phutiuthichhi hasa.
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Bhida bhitare
Kahaku chinhe na athi
Chhinhe kebala a bhia bhitare Maa ku
Aau kebala sun ta katha
Mo maa drusti rakhichhi mo upare
Aau mu achhi nirbhayare.
Ajathare mo maa uchharena sabdatie
Maa pakhare mu thain purna asirbada pai
Aai hasi hasi thaen dukha kemiti aase
Aau jae parena jani mu maa pakhare.
Daya prema karunara
pratimurty mo maa
Purna kumbha basae mo maa
Tara dekhae janha dekhae
Aakasha dekhae mo maa
Muka patiki bhasa die mo maa
Andha aakhiki drusti die mo maa
De debata kete kouthi jane na
Jane mo maa sabu debadebi upare
Jane jie mote dhari rakhichhi sie maa
Sabu sabu satya santira samrajyare.
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Ratigala
Katahela golapgachha
Aau bhangila shanti.
Aaji dinaku kie kemiti
byabahara kala helani jani.
Kata hela golapgachha
Aau padha sarila
Kana lekhathila pakhudare.
Jie padhila nathila sie aau.
Aau jie kahila bjhapadilani kichhi
Golapgachha katahela
Rati bi nathila ratibhali.
Bhala hela ki hela ni
bujhibaku na thile kehi
Jie aasila sie gala
Kichhi na bujhi musa gatare
Rahla aakhi.
Rati ta amiti gala
Sakalaku na thila golapgachha
Golapgachha bisaya nathila
Golapgachha jagare Kana
Rahila kia kahaku
pachari chanihilani janibaku.
Golapgachha je golapgachha
Milu na thila uttara kahathu.
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Mo Ghare(Odia poem)
Desha bulibara nain mora
Achhi nijaku bulibara
Khola aakash tale.
Aakasharu khasuthiba upagraha
Aakhi rakhichhi mo badire
Aau mu rahichhi ghare.
Eka thile ghare laganta dara
Mo sahita achha tume
Aau bi annyamane.
Mo byatita aau jeunmane
Khaibe ethakara khadyapaniya
Mate nain jana.
Mu achhi mothi aau
achhi mo sahita e dharitri
Aau mo ghare aaloka bharti.
Dam achhi ta rahibaku heba chhup
Urmi thau ki na thau
Manakale aasipara tume.
Satarka na helekhalakhamara bhaya
na cherara na dalara
Jabodi dharibaku bi nain kichhi kouthi.
Hansa bhelire basichhi kau ta
Heba i heba sarbanasha jemiti heu
Aau jiba sarbaswa ghara sahita.
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The Birth of The War-God (Canto Third ) - The Death of Love
Is eager gaze the sovereign of the skies
looked full on Káma with his thousand eyes:
E'en such a gaze as trembling suppliants bend,
When danger threatens, on a mighty friend.
Close by his side, where Indra bade him rest,
The Love-God sate, and thus his lord addressed:
'All-knowing Indra, deign, my Prince, to tell
Thy heart's desire in earth, or heaven, or hell:
Double the favour, mighty sovereign, thou
Hast thought on Káma, O, command him now:
Who angers thee by toiling for the prize,
By penance, prayer, or holy sacrifice?
What mortal being dost thou count thy foe?
Speak, I will tame him with my darts and bow.
Has some one feared the endless change of birth,
And sought the path that leads the soul from earth?
Slave to a glancing eye thy foe shall bow,
And own the witchery of a woman's brow;
E'en though the object of thine envious rage
Were taught high wisdom by the immortal sage,
With billowy passions will I whelm his soul,
Like rushing waves that spurn the bank's control.
Or has the ripe full beauty of a spouse,
Too fondly faithful to her bridal vows,
Ravished thy spirit from thee? Thine, all thine
Around thy neck her loving arms shall twine.
Has thy love, jealous of another's charms,
Spurned thee in wrath when flying to her arms?
I'll rack her yielding bosom with such pain,
Soon shall she be all love and warmth again,
And wildly fly in fevered haste to rest
Her aching heart close, close to thy dear breast.
Lay, Indra, lay thy threatening bolt aside:
My gentle darts shall tame the haughtiest pride,
And all that war with heaven and thee shall know
The magic influence of thy Káma's bow;
For woman's curling lip shall bow them down,
Fainting in terror at her threatening frown.
Flowers are my arms, mine only warrior Spring,
Yet in thy favour am I strong, great King.
What can their strength who draw the bow avail
Against my matchless power when I assail?
Strong is the Trident-bearing God, yet he,
The mighty Śiva, e'en, must yield to me.'
Then Indra answered with a dawning smile,
Resting his foot upon a stool the while:
'Dear God of Love, thou truly hast displayed
The power unrivalled of thy promised aid.
My hope is all in thee: my weapons are
The thunderbolt and thou, more mighty far.
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Manthara
Ajira Surya bhinna
na janila na thekhila
na bujhila lokaku swapna
swapna au dukha
dukha au shoka
shoka au hahakara.
Tume jana
au tumadei mu jane
ketebele kouthi ki karya.
Mu jane kichhi bi nuhein
ethi akarana
karyakarana bhitare
samparka jodila belaku
pratiti sttanare
rahi rahi jauchhi tumara adachinha
dekhila lokaku dishuchhi
na dekhila lokaku sunya.
tume tebe kana
kana tuma saha mora samparka
hei hei kahu kahu
jauchhi au kuadaku
jie mora kahuchhi
tume tara
jie mora kahucchi tume tathu dura
ascharya a sarata sara sansara.
2
Ate sigra samaya chali jauchi kichi jani heu ni
samanya swana tie bhali sukhila hada khande pai
lobha karuchhi. Sinhaku dekhi bhabuchhi
Mothu chadei nebaku Aasuchhiki?
Ki nirbodhata mote grasuchhi
Mu mora badai karuchhi aau sei
badhaira analare nije dagdha hoichhi.
Jaha kichhi bhabithili, hela kana
Kana bhabithili hela kana
sakara aau nirakaraku kouthi kana
Rakhihela?
Yabade kana rahila?
Mora sara mothiki bahidi Aasiba
Kalpana na thila.
Aau amiti sabu sabu a kasangare hataru
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You're My Mate
Ill tell you what I think, I think shes a cow
Shes let you down too many times now
Lets go for a drink, forget it for now
Put It behind you, I think its your round
Cause youre my mate and I will stand by you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
And in the face of things that could hurt you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
Cause youre my mate and I will stand by you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
And in the face of things that could hurt you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
Cause youre my mate
Ill tell you what I think, I think hes a pain
He aint got a car, but he drives you insane
Lets go for a drink and sink a few
Enough about him lets talk about you
Cause youre my mate and I will stand by you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
Cause youre my mate and I will stand by you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
And in the face of things that could hurt you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
Cause youre my mate
All I wanna do is get drunk here with you
All I wanna do is get drunk here with you
All I wanna do is get drunk here with you
All I wanna do is get drunk here with you
Cause youre my mate and I will stand by you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
And in the face of things that could hurt you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
Cause youre my mate and I will stand by you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
And in the face of things that could hurt you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
Cause youre my mate
Cause youre my mate
Cause youre my mate
Cause youre my mate
Cause youre my mate
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Raja praja
Odisha rahu odi hoi
Odiabhasare odianku dhari
Odiabirodhinku kuhajau
Odisha birodhi.
Odia swapna aau odia
Na janithiba lokara
a thi nain stana
Odia bhasaku nei
Odishara janma.
Kana nain odishare
Dhana jana gopalaxmi
Mukti Shakti Bhakti
Achhi puni sarabishware
Odianka kat ti .
Jetedura jaichhi odiabhasa
setedura lambichhi odisha
Jouthinain seita nuhen odisha.
Rajapraja jie hua
Bhasaku n dele sammana
Tume nuhan odishara santana
Odishare rahi odishara khai
Paribani mari odishara aatma
Jouta odia Bhasa.
Kahuchhata kuha garbare
Mo bapadadi odia
Aau mu mo bhasa pain
aethi thia kuha tume
Kosaladhipati kalingadhipati
Utkala aau gadajati
Odisha rahu odisha hoi
Nilachakra sanketadhari
Gangathu godabai
Manabikatara nua mantra gai gai.
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Ichhanusare
Badha deuchhi jouta
Kuaku dia
Kuara thanta sakta.
Gunduchi musara machare
Aasa pakhei pakhei
Dekhibaku swapna
Jouta tumara.
Tuma sathi surya
Aau tumathi aakasha.
Bandha upare dekha
Tume kete jogya.
Rari boliba kana Achi
Mu ujagara sadabele
Mandira mothi aahu
Mu hajibaku chenhen na
Drusyare.
Jie nachuchi ghurnijhadare
Tari pruthibi aau jite sie
Spasta bari niswas praswasa.
Khola dwara tume aasipara
Khelipara kahipara
Ichhanusare tumara.
Nain badha galani kuaa
Subhasamachara dei.
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Paili kuha
Jaha mo pakhare achhi
Kahibi ta bisayare kichhi
Dekhaibi seita tumaku
Ghanta chakata kari pacharibi
Dekhata rahichhi ki kouthi kichhi aau.
Jaha janichha kahuchha Manoj sahu
Thik na janichha nuhen
Apekhyshare achhi samaya
Kemiti kebe prayoga kariba sesabu
Sabu prani trupta hebe jemiti.
Bijulithu aahuri tibra gatire
Jauthilabele tume mu ethi dekhauchhi pani
Aau patharara khela jouthi phuti jauchhi
Malliphula jete prakarara mati achhi
Se sabura upare.
Bishtadi jaha sabu thila gorubazarare
Ghusuri sapha kalani se sabu
Sua aasi basilani dekha heiti
Palasa gachhadalare nua nua
Kanli uthuthiba patranka bhitare.
Kemiti kahiba aau kemti kahiba aasibaku
Deri karuchhanti surya
Eithi jete jaha achhi hei nia deuchhi
Paiba nischaya sethire sukha
Paili boli khali kaha.
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Karaang Kumbento Sa Kilid Sa Simbahan
anaa diha sa kilid sa simbahan nimo makita
ang karaang kumbento sa katipunan
daghang pari ang nakapuyo diha kaniadto
ang uban gani diha lang usab namatay
dili sa kagutom, dili sa sakit, dili sa kauhaw
nasunog ang maong kumbento
gihungihong nga gisunog og tuyo sa bag-ong pari
kay sa diha kuno nga iyang giukab ang karaang kaban
didto niya nakita ang mga ngalan sa mga anak
sa mga pari nga gitagoan sa usa ka kleriko
taas-taas baya ang listahan apil na ang galastohan
sa pagpabunyag, sa pag-eskwela, sa pagkasal, sa adlawan
ang bag-ong pari wala malipay sa maong naugkat
apan kwidaw ka kay sa iyang lawak adunay dalaga
nga magsige ug pamisita ug giingnan niya
ang kleriko nga kining bayhana suod nga higala
ug siya ra gayod ang makamaong mopilo
sa iyang mga habol, ug mipili sa kolor sa iyang
mga punda ug sa kadak-on sa iyang alugnan
siya lang ang makamaong manaod sa iyang kurtina,
ang mopahaluna sa iyang sabon ug tualya,
ang manirado sa iyang pultahan ug mga bintana,
inig-abot sa bugnaw nga hangin gikan sa baybayon
inig ulan, inig kuso-kuso sa iyang atop
sa usa ka gamug-ot nga panahon
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Jibaloka
Alaga alaga rasta achhi
Alaga alaga lokanka pain
Alaga alaga lokejaanti
Alaga laga udesyare.
Tumara udesya kana mu jani nain
Mora udesya thik kahibaku Thibi mu
sabubele amiti nain.
Panire jauchhi aau jauchhi pabanare
Hei disuchi dekhiba dekhi pariba balaku.
Kie kahila e a prarthana
Kie kahila e a karuna
Kie kahila yathu bahariba aau kana kana
kie kahila e ye jou kahila gala
ya rasta kemiti kana
jaichi kuaade pachariba.
Rasta jae ni re kahila jane
Aau uthila aau puni kahila
Rastare jae jiba loka a ka.
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Tadaka
Samudaya janapad katha bhabibasile
tumara khola hata nirtesha karuchhi mo adaku
sandeha nahi, thik thik kari chaliba puni
ethakara sabu karmakarmani.
Mu pumi athi thia
aithu utari nebaku punu tumaku.. agaku.
Mu jane khanda pajei na rakhile
pasteibaku padiba pare
daha daha ninare luhaku tatei
garama rakhibaku heba natakara sesa jae.
A natakara sesha kouthi
Mu ta kebala gotae dala a natakara
chera jai rahichhi sata samudra bhitare
cheraku na upadibajae
tume kana swastire niswasa mari pariba.
2
Satyaku aaghata karu karu
satyatara pramana paili jetebele
Mati aakasha aaskasa mati
Pabana Aani aalua bhitare
Phenti hoigale surya chandra
Tara graha nashkra jete jouthi dhile
samaste akasangare mu bari hoi padili
Madhyannara andhara Bhali
Kanla surlokara sandhyare tumasamnare!
Kahapain kahara srusti
Mo pain tumara na tu pain mora
Kahara gurutwa kete mapiba kie
kouthire?
Desa jatira hita pain phul thikra
Pharak janiba pain ethiki mora
Aasiba, Aau tumara bi.
Sabu jani bijhi tume murki hasa deuchha
mote dekhi dekhi ki janibe rushi
Tuma mo bhitere chalithiba
a lila khela, a hasa khusi aaharnishi.
Khali gyana khali dyana nuhe jibana
gyana dhyanare karma na misile
nuhen sapurna.
Tenu tume mote padheichha
risimininku kriyasila kareibaku
tenu tum mate padheichha
utha utha kahi debaku rusimuniku
kichhi kara, jouthire satya santira
rakhya heba, Dyan dhara tapasya
Aahuri tibra heba
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Mala lokaku
Daya laguchhi kahibaku
Mala lokaku tumara maya.
Bahuta durare thai tumathu
Nirabare kahideuchhi
Thaa satarka bhusuduchi swarga.
Mu mate deuchhi avisapa
Bhala pauchhi kahuthiba a jiva
Kemiti karuchhi laha laha
Aau achhi a jae
A tumara mayapurire.
A mayapurire tumara
bibhakta hoichhi belebele
Aa aka sujogare tume
Pasi aasichha bhitarapataku mora.
Gadimatara jiba rastare
Hoi thiaa khojuchha uttara
Kouta a sttana aau athi
Mu soichhi kemiti.
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Janili
Andhar aasila
Dukhasukha hela
Kahila jauchhi
Kahili Na.
Andharaadaku pherai
parilini aakhi
Ki parilini kahi
Andhar bhitarara drusyaraji.
Mu hin acchhi kahibaku
Aau kahibi andharara mulya
Aau andharra bhitaru
Bahari aasuthiba sutra.
Sesajae mu rahili
Rahila andhara
Nija nija jaga madi
Kehi kahathu na ghunchi
Kehi kahaku na ghunchai.
Mora aau andhara bhitaraku
Tume aasila ketebele
Parilini jani
Janili phula phutibata
Janili basna chahatibata
Janili chaudiga mahakibata.
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Tapasya 2
Golapa gachha gala, jau
Apeshkhya kara debi phula.
Tuma hatare thiba golapa
Tume thiba mo pakhare
ubhayanka bhitaraku jauthiba
Golapabasna aau ubhaye aame
Bhokila jaha pain e jai.
Jaana mte chhadi
Thilesina tme hebi mu
Khyatakta taktata aau
Paibi maranantaka pida
Thile sina tume mora
chalithiba ethi emiti krida.
Tume na thile jagiba kemiti gachha
Tume na thile tuma aakhira nianre
Buda akai hebi kemiti rangina
Aau mu rangina na hele
Phutiba nain phula.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The Cruise of the 'In Memoriam
The wan light of a stormy dawn
Gleamed on a tossing ship:
It was the In Memoriam
Upon a mourning trip.
Wild waves were on the windward bow,
And breakers on the lee;
And through her sides the women heard
The seething of the sea.
“O Captain!” cried a widow fair,
Her plump white hands clasped she,
“Thinkst thou, if drowned in this dread storm,
That savèd we shall be?”
“You speak in riddles, lady dear,
How savèd can we be
If we are drowned?” “Alas, I mean
In Paradise!” said she.
“O I’ve sailed North, and I’ve sailed South”
(He was a godless wight),
“But boy or man, since my days began,
That shore I ne’er did sight!”
The Captain told the First Mate bold
What that fair lady said;
The First Mate sneered in his black beard—
His eyes burned in his head.
“Full forty souls are here aboard,
A-sailing on the wave—
Without the crew, and, ’twixt us two,
I think they’ve none to save—
“Full forty souls, and each one is
A mourner, as you know.
They weep the scuppers full; the ship
Is waterlogged with woe.”
Again he sneered in his black beard:
“The cruise is not so brief,
But, ere we land on earthly strand,
All will have found relief.”
“Nay, nay,” the Captain said, “First Mate,
You have forgotten one
With eyes of blue; the tears are true
From those dear eyes that run!
“She mourns her sweetheart drowned last year,
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poem by Victor James Daley
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