The Divine Singer On Her Lyres Poem by Subrata Ray

In seven notes, and four tunes,
You have preserved your lyre,
And you finger your harp,
As you wish to serve,
For awakening your celestial fire!

Sa, Ra, Ga, Ma, Pa, Dha, Ni,
The strain that peeps you fetch,
And we with your touch go ablaze.

Sing, sing, -sing on, darling divine,
The art unpremeditated in you shines,
In great Nature your abstract sprouts,
The sea, birds, trees,, -rime aloud.

You turn the whole universe,
As the eternal symphony of your verse,
And sing the psalm of your own frenzy!