સ્વામી વિવેકાનંદ ~ To an Early Violet* અનુ. વિવેક ટેલર * Vivek Tailor
To an Early Violet What though thy bed be frozen earth,Thy cloak the chilling blast;What though no mate to clear thy path,Thy sky with gloom o’ercast —What though of love itself doth fail,Thy fragrance strewed in vain;What though if bad o’er good prevail,And vice o’er virtue reign —Change not thy nature, gentle bloom,Thou violet, sweet
