3. Where the voice of the wind calls our wandering feet,
Through echoing forest and echoing street,
With lutes in our hands ever-singing we roam,
All men are our kindred, the world is our home.
Our lays are of cities whose lustre is shed,
The laughter and beauty of women long dead;
The sword of old battles, the crown of old kings,
And happy and simple and sorrowful things.
What hope shall we gather, what dreams shall we sow?
Where the wind calls our wandering footsteps we go.
No love bids us tarry, no joy bids us wait:
The voice of the wind is the voice of our fate.
WANDERINGSINGERS
-- Sarojini Naidu
Lute- A musical
instrument with strings
on it.
Kindred- Family
members or relativs.
Lays- Melodious
songs.
Lustre- a very special,
attractive quality that
people admire.
Tarry- to stay
somewhere longer than
you should
GLOSSARY
4. WanderingSingers
-- Sarojini Naidu
Where the voice of the wind calls our
wandering feet,
Through echoing forest and echoing street,
With lutes in our hands ever-singing we roam,
All men are our kindred, the world is our home.
5. Our lays are of cities whose lustre is shed,
The laughter and beauty of women long dead;
The sword of old battles, the crown of old kings,
And happy and simple and sorrowful things.
6. What hope shall we gather, what dreams shall
we sow?
Where the wind calls our wandering footsteps
we go.
No love bids us tarry, no joy bids us wait:
The voice of the wind is the voice of our fate.
7. Let’ssummarize
The poem “Wandering Singers” by
Sarojini Naidu is about the band of
folk singers wandering through their
singing from town to town and from
village to village to spread the
message of love. They play the lute;
as they wander from place to place,
they play a musical instrument. All
mankind, to the wandering singers,
is like their extended family and their
home is the world.
8. ThePoet
Sarojini Naidu was an Indian
independence activist, poet and
politician. A renowned orator and
accomplished poet, she is often
known by the moniker 'The
Nightingale of India'.
