How beautiful is this poem by Yeats....
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
3 comments:
in other words:
"sona sa roshan, chanda sa mudham,
subha aur raaton ki diyon se bunke
jannat phelaatha tere kadmom ke aangan..
gareeb hoon par, hain sirf mere khwaabein..
chalna sambhal ke .. hain ab mere khwaab, tere charnon ke aadeen.."
wah wah...
don't mind.. poem lite ga nachindi ..will copy to my blog too :)
The last line is quoted often, but I never read the whole poem. Thanks for posting! 'Tis beautiful!
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