Damayante To Nala In The Hour Of Exile [ft Cassie]
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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Lyrics
Taurus Project Damayante To Nala In The Hour Of Exile [ft Cassie]
Track no: 08
Original poem by: Sarojini Naidu [1879-1949] - https://allpoetry.com/Sarojini-Naidu
Album: Return To India
Release date: 28th March 2025
Music: Clive G Beresford
Vocals: Cassie
Remastered, engineered & post production by: Clive G Beresford & Cris Marc [Spyda Music Productions, Canada]
Copyright: 2025 Spyda Music Productions. All rights reserved.
Cover image: Raghu Nayyar - https://unsplash.com/@raghunayyar
[Instrumental Intro]
Aaaah, aah, aaaaaahhhhh.
[Verse1]
Shalt thou be conquered of a human fate,
My liege, my lover, whose imperial head,
Hath never bent in sorrow of defeat?
Shalt thou be vanquished, whose imperial feet,
Have shattered armies and stamped empires dead?
[Verse2]
Who shall unking thee, husband of a queen?
Wear thou thy majesty in violate.
Earth's glories flee of human eyes unseen,
Earth's kingdoms fade to a remembered dream,
But thine henceforth shall be a power supreme.
[Verse 3]
Dazzling command and rich dominion,
The winds thy heralds and thy vassals all,
The silver-belted planets and the sun,
Where'er the radiance of thy coming fall,
Shall dawn for thee her saffron footcloths spread.
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 4]
Sunset her purple canopies and red,
In serried splendour, and the night unfold,
Her velvet darkness wrought with starry gold
For kingly raiment, soft as cygnet-down.,
[Verse 5]
My hair shall braid thy temples like a crown,
Of sapphires, and my kiss upon thy brows,
Like sitar-music lull thee to repose,
Till the sun yield thee homage of his light.
[Verse 6]
O king, thy kingdom who from thee can wrest?
What fate shall dare uncrown thee from this breast,
O god-born lover, whom my love doth gird,
And armour with impregnable delight,
Of Hope's triumphant keen flame-carven sword?
Aaaah, aah, aaaaaahhhhh.