translated into English by: Laurence Hope (1865-1904)
- IVE me yourself one hour; I do not crave
- For any love, or even thought of me.
- Come, as a Sultan may caress a slave
- And then forget for ever, utterly.
- Come! as west winds, that passing, cool and wet,
- O'er desert places, leave them fields in flower.
- And all my life, for I shall not forget,
- Will keep the fragrance of that perfect hour!
POEMS BY LAURENCE HOPE
|"Request" is reprinted from India's Love Lyrics. Trans. Laurence Hope. New York: John Lane Co., 1906.