Bangalore Gypsy

THE INDIAN GYPSY

by: Sarojini Naidu (1879-1949)



N 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. 

  

With frugal skill her simple wants she tends, 

She folds her tawny heifers and her sheep 

On lonely meadows when the daylight ends, 

Ere the quick night upon her flock descends 

Like a black panther from the caves of sleep. 

  

Time's river winds in foaming centuries 

Its changing, swift, irrevocable course 

To far off and incalculable seas; 

She is twin-born with primal mysteries, 

And drinks of life at Time's forgotten source.