An unbelieving smile flits on your eyes when I come to you to take my leave. I have done it so often that you think I will soon return. To tell you the truth I have the same doubt in my...

I know not from what distant time thou art ever coming nearer to mee… Thy sun and stars can never keep t… In many a morning and eve thy foot… and thy messenger has come within…

Art thou abroad on this stormy nig… on thy journey of love, my friend? The sky groans like one in despair… I have no sleep tonight. Ever and again I open my door and…

When I give up the helm I know that the time has come for… What there is to do will be instan… Vain is this struggle. Then take away your hands

51 YOUR idol is shattered in the du… to prove that God’s dust is greate… your idol. 52

You are the evening cloud floating… I paint you and fashion you ever w… You are my own, my own, Dweller i… Your feet are rosy-red with the gl… Your lips are bitter-sweet with th…

Mother, I shall weave a chain of… with my tears of sorrow. The stars have wrought their ankle… but mine will hang upon thy breast… Wealth and fame come from thee

On the day when the lotus bloomed,… and I knew it not. My basket was… Only now and again a sadness fell… dream and felt a sweet trace of a… That vague sweetness made my heart…

“What comes from your willing hand… “Yes, yes, I know you, modest men… “If there be a stray flower for me… "But if there be thorns?” “I will endure them.”

Most of the lyrics of love and life, the translations of which from Bengali are published in this book, were written much earlier than the series of religious poems contained in the boo...

The morning sea of silence broke i… and the flowers were all merry by… and the wealth of gold was scatter… while we busily went on our way an… We sang no glad songs nor played;

I love you, beloved. Forgive me… Like a bird losing its way I am c… When my heart was shaken it lost i… If you cannot love me, beloved, fo… Do not look askance at me from afa…

With days of hard travail I raise… I forgot all else, I shunned all… It was always night inside, and li… The ceaseless smoke of incense wou… Sleepless, I carved on the walls…

11 SOME unseen fingers, like idle b… are playing upon my heart the musi… 12 ‘WHAT language is thine, O sea?’