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==Music files==
==Music files==
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{{Voicing|4|SATB}}<br>
{{Voicing|4|SATB}}<br>
'''Genre:''' {{pcat|Secular| music}}, [[:Category:Partsongs|Partsong]]<br>
{{Genre|Secular|Partsongs}}
{{Language|English}}
{{Language|English}}
'''Instruments:''' {{PnoAcc}}<br>
{{Instruments|Piano}}
'''Published:''' 2006
{{Pub|1|2006}}


'''Description:''' #3 from ''[[Indian Love Songs (Huub de Lange)|Indian Love Songs]]'', a new composition on traditional Indian poetry - translated into english by Laurence Hope (1865-1904)
'''Description:''' #3 from ''[[Indian Love Songs (Huub de Lange)|Indian Love Songs]]'', a new composition on traditional Indian poetry - translated into english by Laurence Hope (1865-1904)
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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
{{Text|English}}
{{Text|English|
The sudden thought of your face is like a wound when it comes unsought
On some scent of jasmin, lilies, or pale tuberose,
Any one of the sweet fragrant flowers,
Flowers I used to love and lay in your hair.
Sunset is terribly sad.
I saw you stand tall against the red and the gold like a slender palm;
The light wind stirred your hair as you waved your hand,
Waved farewell, as ever, serene and calm,
to me, the passionwearied and tost and torn,
Riding down the road in the gathering grey.
Since that day the sunset red is empty,
the gold forlorn.


The sudden thought of your face is like a wound when it comes unsought<br>
''(Lines from "Reminiscence of Mahomed Akram")''}}
On some scent of jasmin, lilies, or pale tuberose,<br>
Any one of the sweet fragrant flowers,<br>
Flowers I used to love and lay in your hair.<br>
Sunset is terribly sad.<br>
I saw you stand tall against the red and the gold like a slender palm;<br>
The light wind stirred your hair as you waved your hand,<br>
Waved farewell, as ever, serene and calm,<br>
to me, the passionwearied and tost and torn,<br>
Riding down the road in the gathering grey.<br>
Since that day the sunset red is empty,<br>
the gold forlorn.<br>
<br>
''(Lines from "Reminiscence of Mahomed Akram")''


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Editor: Huub de Lange (submitted 2006-08-14).   Score information: A4, 13 pages, 375 kB   Copyright: Personal
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General Information

Title: The gold forlorn
Composer: Huub de Lange

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

First published: 2006

Description: #3 from Indian Love Songs, a new composition on traditional Indian poetry - translated into english by Laurence Hope (1865-1904)

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Original text and translations

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The sudden thought of your face is like a wound when it comes unsought
On some scent of jasmin, lilies, or pale tuberose,
Any one of the sweet fragrant flowers,
Flowers I used to love and lay in your hair.
Sunset is terribly sad.
I saw you stand tall against the red and the gold like a slender palm;
The light wind stirred your hair as you waved your hand,
Waved farewell, as ever, serene and calm,
to me, the passionwearied and tost and torn,
Riding down the road in the gathering grey.
Since that day the sunset red is empty,
the gold forlorn.

(Lines from "Reminiscence of Mahomed Akram")