Poem By Sarojini Naidu

The Sins of Love

Forgive me the sin of mine eyes,
O love, if they dared for a space
Invade the dear shrine of your face
With eager, insistent delight,
Like wild birds intrepid of flight
That raids the high sanctuaries skies
O pardon the sin of mine eyes!

Forgive me the sin of my hands…
Perchance they were bold overmuch
In their tremulous longing to touch
Your beautiful flesh, to caress,
To clasp you, O Love, and to bless,
With gifts as uncounted as sands
O pardon the sin of my hands!

Forgive me the sin of my mouth,
O love, if it wrought you a wrong,
With importunate silence or song,
Assailed you, encircled, oppressed
And ravished your lips and your breath
To comfort its anguish of drought
O pardon the sin of my mouth!

Forgive me the sin of my heart
If it trespassed against you and strove
To lure or conquer you love
Its passionate love to appease,
To solace its hunger and ease
The wound of its sorrow or smart
O pardon the sin of my heart!