All English Sonnets
Be fast messenger, pigeon, word of mouth ,
Go – tell the earthlings and the gods above,
And spread it East and West and North and South,
Tell every silent mountain, whispering grove.
O! tell them take some heart and not to mourn;
And feel dishearten on this happy eve,
Remember this to bid them not to yearn
For distant joys. If this they don’t believe
That you have heard this tiding from his lips,
Then let them from this tiding take delight,
This evening old Viyogi comes to grips
With Muse and fancy’s viewless, wingless flight.
And tell them not to worry. Feel secure
So hurry, brethren, do not long demur.