Produced by Gordon KeenerINDIAS LOVE LYRICSBy Laurence HopeEditorial note  Laurence Hope was the pen name of Adela Florence CoryNicolson Born in 1865 she was educated in England At age 16 shejoined her father in India where she spent most of her adult life In1889 she married Col Malcolm H Nicolson a man twice her age Shecommitted suicide two months after his death in 1904Less than the Dust   Less than the dust beneath thy Chariot wheel   Less than the rust that never stained thy Sword   Less than the trust thou hast in me O Lord                                Even less than these   Less than the weed that grows beside thy door   Less than the speed of hours spent far from thee   Less than the need thou hast in life of me                                Even less am I   Since I O Lord am nothing unto thee   See here thy Sword I make it keen and bright   Loves last reward Death comes to me tonight                                Farewell  ZahirudinTo the Unattainable   Oh that my blood were water thou athirst   And thou and I in some far Desert land   How would I shed it gladly if but first   It touched thy lips before it reached the sand   OnceAh the Gods were good to meI threw   Myself upon a poison snake that crept   Where my Beloveda lesser love we knew   Than this which now consumes me whollyslept   But thou Alas what can I do for thee   By Fate and thine own beauty set above   The need of all or any aid from me   Too high for service as too far for loveIn the Early Pearly Morning   Song by Valgovind   The fields are full of Poppies and the skies are very blue   By the Temple in the coppice I wait Beloved for you   The level land is sunny and the errant air is gay   With scent of rose and honey will you come to me today   From carven walls above me smile lovers many a pair   Oh take this rose and love me she has twined it in her hair   He advances she retreating pursues and holds her fast   The sculptor left them meeting in a close embrace at last   Through centuries together in the carven stone they lie   In the glow of golden weather and endless azure sky   Oh that we who have for pleasure so short and scant a stay   Should waste our summer leisure will you come to me today   The Temple bells are ringing for the marriage month has come   I hear the women singing and the throbbing of the drum   And when the song is failing or the drums a moment mute   The weirdly wistful wailing of the melancholy flute   Little life has got to offer and little man to lose   Since today Fate deigns to proffer Oh wherefore then refuse   To take this transient hour in the dusky Temple gloom   While the poppies are in flower and the mangoe trees abloom   And if Fate remember later and come to claim her due   What sorrow will be greater than the Joy I had with you   For today lit by your laughter between the crushing years   I will chance in the hereafter eternities of tearsReverie of Mahomed Akram at the Tamarind Tank   The Desert is parched in the burning sun   And the grass is scorched and white   But the sand is passed and the march is done   We are camping here tonight        I sit in the shade of the Temple walls        While the cadenced water evenly falls        And a peacock out of the Jungle calls        To another on yonder tomb       Above half seen in the lofty gloom       Strange works of a long dead people loom   Obscene and savage and half effaced   An elephant hunt a musicians feast   And curious matings of man and beast   What did they mean to the men who are long since dust        Whose fingers traced        In this arid waste   These rioting twisted figures of love and lust   Strange weird things that no man may say   Things Humanity hides away        Secretly done   Catch the light of the living day        Smile in the sun   Cruel things that man may not name   Naked here without fear or shame        Laughed in the carven stone   Deep in the Temples innermost Shrine is set