In Salutation To The Eternal Peace [feat I.M.A.]
From the 'Return To India' album by Taurus Project which will be available at digital music stores & major streaming sites early Spring 2025. Your valued support is greatly appreciated. Thanks, Clive - Spyda Music Productions
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Taurus Project - In Salutation To The Eternal Peace [featuring I Manic Alice]
Track no: 02
Album: Return To India
Original poem by: Sarojini Naidu [1879-1949] - https://allpoetry.com/Sarojini-Naidu
Music: Clive G Beresford
Vocals: Cris Marc
Remastered, engineered & produced by: Clive G Beresford & Cris Marc [Spyda Music Productions, Canada]
Copyright: 2025 Spyda Music Productions. All rights reserved.
Cover image: Jared Rice - https://unsplash.com/@jareddrice
[Intro]
[Male chanting]
Men say the world is full of fear and hate,
And all life's ripening harvest-fields await
The restless sickle of relentless fate.
But I, sweet Soul, rejoice that I was born,
When from the climbing terraces of corn
I watch the golden orioles of Thy morn.
[Instrumental Break]
What care I for the world's desire and pride,
Who know the silver wings that gleam and glide,
The homing pigeons of Thine eventide?
What care I for the world's loud weariness,
Who dream in twilight granaries Thou dost bless
With delicate sheaves of mellow silences?
[Instrumental Break]
Say, shall I heed dull presages of doom,
Or dread the rumoured loneliness and gloom,
The mute and mythic terror of the tomb?
For my glad heart is drunk and drenched with Thee,
O inmost wind of living ecstasy!
O intimate essence of eternity!
[Instrumental Break]
O, Men say the world is full of fear and hate,
And all life's ripening harvest-fields await
The restless sickle of relentless fate.
But I, sweet Soul, rejoice that I was born,
When from the climbing terraces of corn
I watch the golden orioles of Thy morn.
[Instrumental Break]
What care I for the world's desire and pride,
Who know the silver wings that gleam and glide,
The homing pigeons of Thine eventide?
What care I for the world's loud weariness,
Who dream in twilight granaries Thou dost bless
With delicate sheaves of mellow silences?
Aaaaaaahhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhh!
[Instrumental Break]
Aaaaaaahhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhh!
Say, shall I heed dull presages of doom,
Or dread the rumoured loneliness and gloom,
The mute and mythic terror of the tomb?
For my glad heart is drunk and drenched with Thee,
O inmost wind of living ecstasy!
O intimate essence of eternity!
Aaaaaaahhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhh!
[Instrumental Outro]