The gold forlorn (Huub de Lange)
- Editor: Huub de Lange (submitted 2006-08-14). Score information: A4, 13 pages, 375 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
Title: The gold forlorn
Composer: Huub de Lange
First published: 2006
Description: #3 from Indian Love Songs, a new composition on traditional Indian poetry - translated into english by Laurence Hope (1865-1904)
Original text and translations
The sudden thought of your face is like a wound when it comes unsought
On some scent of jasmin, lilies, or pale tuberose,
Any one of the sweet fragrant flowers,
Flowers I used to love and lay in your hair.
Sunset is terribly sad.
I saw you stand tall against the red and the gold like a slender palm;
The light wind stirred your hair as you waved your hand,
Waved farewell, as ever, serene and calm,
to me, the passionwearied and tost and torn,
Riding down the road in the gathering grey.
Since that day the sunset red is empty,
the gold forlorn.
(Lines from "Reminiscence of Mahomed Akram")