Freed Posted November 29, 2004 Report Share Posted November 29, 2004 The Turban'd Man A Turban'd Man ! The owner of the skies ! I hear his footfalls in the garden of my heart, my life throbs in his lotus feet ! Eternal are his Turban Folds of Love ! The planets wait as birds in nests as at close of night, for the Dawn that breaks above them. He is the king of Creation's heart; he wears the crown of love-grown cotton and love-spun thread and love-woven cloth. His crown is made of the rolling Waves of the Sea of Light ! Has not the Sun dropped from those Turban Folds ? The stars were scattered abroad at night in the sky, Above them I saw the Edge of his Crown of Mists ! The beaming Faces said, "Tis Mid-night Moon," But I, of lower rank than they, at night, while digging earth, murmured slowly to myself within, lest someone heard my word: It is the light from his Turbanned Brow . * from "The Sisters of the Spinning Wheel and other Sikh poems" Puran Singh. J M Dent & Sons London 1921 - page 29 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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