Lost Cities of Indus Vale

I hail thee ruins of Indus Vale! With scented rhyme, with scented gale Come on from world of mortal dead! O come and lively wind inhale! More ancient than the pyramids That rule on ancient Egypt land Thy wild wild eyes, with thy soft lids They gazed on shimmering Indus sand I will inhale thy breath in breath O harken me from vale of death (11) I mount uphill, Thy citadel And stood for hours Stony still I saw minarets there in row They fail and bow, all in thy woe O stupa speak! from yonder peak! Thy all worshippers where they go In fog , in sun, while needles run Thou standing lone in midst of woe! I haven't seen a single soul They faded all in mist and snow Oh lonesome temple don't be sad They will come and I vow they will In evening smiles , my heart beguiles Thy silver meads lay several miles Thy rich forests of days of yore Thy ancient seals and gods and kings O life stop thou, O time come back In courts I hear the bell that rings Oh let me breathe, let me for while Oh fortune for once for me smile (111) O lower town, Why thou breakdown Thy aging speed , may thou slow down Thy tourists standing by thy sides All talking of the Times and tides Thy rooms and wards, o nature yard All tied devotees thine with cord They want to dwell in heart of thine They come and stand and for thee pine O may phantoms of bygone time Tell stories them in tune and rhyme With help and love of Eden Lord Whose seraphs are thy meadows guard ( ...) O whistling toys, of girls and boys In graves of stone why heave thou sighs O happy ruins with face so fair From thousand centuries slept thou there Forgotten by the madding race Then thou begot a heart sincere Who wake thee from thy beauty sleep? From fathoms deep wherest thou live Wherest thou sob and moan and weep! I pay homage to Cunningham Who found thee there in seven three Then came thy lover Daya Ram Who thee from heaps of mud set free Thy lips of ice, why not rejoice Thou gaze this world with wild wild eyes (...) Thy fowls thy sheep, lie half asleep In meadow green in forest deep Thousands and thousands years passed by My far off sky , he smiled he weep When from thy beauteous Indus plains The robbers carried thy remains Thy ancient bricks, all gems of past Continued