Free kindle book and epub digitized and proofread by Project Gutenberg. The Golden Threshold is an off-campus annexe of University of Hyderabad. Contents. 1 History; 2 The Museum; 3 Significance; 4 References. History. The building was the residence of Sarojini Naidu’s father Aghornath. It was named after Naidu’s collection of poetry. Golden Threshold now houses Sarojini Naidu School of Arts & Communication.
|Published (Last):||27 June 2016|
|PDF File Size:||12.47 Mb|
|ePub File Size:||11.80 Mb|
|Price:||Free* [*Free Regsitration Required]|
It is because I have a most ‘unbalanced intellect,’ I suppose.
Tree of my life, Death’s cruel foot Hath crushed thee down to thy hidden root; Nought shall restore thy glory fled. In other languages Add links. I suppose the greater part of my reading was done between fourteen and sixteen.
LIFE Children, ye have not lived, to you it seems Life is a lovely sarojjini of dreamsOr carnival of careless joys that leap About your hearts like billows on the deep In flames of amber and of amethyst. Subhash Nagpal rated it it was amazing Apr 22, Want to Read saving…. See how the speckled sky burns like a pigeon’s throat, Jewelled with embers of opal and peridote. Refresh and try again. At fall of eventide he went To drink beside the river-head; A waiting hunter threw his dart, Nwidu struck my lover through the heart.
Mother, O Mother, wherefore dost thou sleep? The Golden Threshold is an off-campus annexe of University of Hyderabad. Govindarajulu Naidu and settled down in Hyderabad.
The Golden Threshold – Wikisource, the free online library
To the God of Pain On his return to India he founded the Nizam College at Hyderabad, and has since laboured incessantly, and at great personal sacrifice, in the cause of education. Arise and answer for thy children’s sake! Views Read Edit View history.
All is hot and fierce and passionate, ardent and unashamed in its exulting and importunate desire for life and love. A kokila called from a henna-spray: I’ll feed thee, O beloved, on milk and wild red honey, I’ll bear thee in a basket of rushes, green and white, To a palace-bower where golden-vested maidens Thread with mellow laughter the petals of delight.
Lord of the rainbow, lord of the harvest, Great and beneficent lord of the main! Weavers, weaving at fall of night, Why do you weave a garment so bright? Whither dost thou hide from the magic of my flute-call?
The Golden Threshold by Sarojini Naidu
Aghorenath Chattopadhyay, is descended from the ancient family thrfshold Chattorajes of Bhramangram, who were noted throughout Eastern Bengal as patrons of Sanskrit learning, and for their practice of Yoga. Michael Lloyd-Billington rated it really liked it Nov 08, Retrieved 25 March In the Forest Jignasha rated it liked it Aug 31, If you are not thgeshold the USA, please verify the copyright status of these works in your own naidi before downloading, otherwise you may be violating copyright laws.
He holds huge courts every day in his garden of all the learned men of all religions–Rajahs and beggars and saints and downright villains all delightfully mixed up, and all treated as one. In tattered robes that hoard a glittering trace Of bygone colours, broidered to the knee, Behold her, daughter of a wandering race, Tameless, with the bold falcon’s agile grace, And the lithe tiger’s sinuous majesty.
Sarojini met Paidipati Govindarajulu Naidu, a physician, and at the age of 19, after finishing her studies, she married him. Lotus-maiden, may you be Fragrant of all ecstasy. She died after collapsing following a fit of cough.
Return to Book Page. Hasten maidens, hasten away To gather the leaves of the henna-tree. Lightly, O lightly we bear her along, She sways like a flower in the wind of our song; She skims like a bird on the foam of a stream, She floats like a laugh from the lips of a dream. O king, thy kingdom who from thee can wrest? Learn to conquer, learn to fight In the foremost flanks of right, Like Valmiki’s heroes bold, Rubies girt in epic gold.
Retrieved from ” https: My soul burns with the quenchless fire That lit my lover’s funeral pyre: Women’s Voices Queen of the gourd-flower, queen of the harvest, Sweet and omnipotent mother, O Earth! In what moonlight-tangled meshes of perfume, Where the clustering keovas guard the squirrel’s slumber, Where nadiu deep woods glimmer with the jasmine’s bloom?
This volume contains the beautiful ‘Indian Love-Song’, as well as many other moving verses. Unwilling priestess in thy cruel fane, Long hast thresnold held me, pitiless god of PainBound to thy worship by reluctant vows, My tired breast girt with suffering, and my brows Anointed with perpetual weariness.
Who shall prevent the subtle years, Or shield a woman’s eyes from tears? Thanks for telling us about the problem.
The Golden Threshold by Sarojini Naidu – Free Ebook
As well as being a poet, Naidu was an activist and politician, campaigning for Indian independence and became the first Indian woman to attain the post of President of the Indian National Congress. I have never spoken any other language to him, or to my mother, who always speaks to me in Hindustani.
Trivia About The Golden Threshold. This article may need to be rewritten entirely to comply with Wikipedia’s quality standards. My Dead Dream Thy Future calls thee with a manifold sound To crescent honours, splendours, victories vast; WakenO slumbering Mother and be crowned, Who once wert empress of the sovereign Past.
Production details Running Time: The voice of the wind is the voice of our fate. This is not the correct edition for this beautiful page collection printed inso you may have to get yourself to the Portland Public Library to read it. He Like the perfume in the petals of a rose, Hides thy heart within my bosom, O my love!