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…

Yes, I know, this is nothing but… O beloved of my heart——this golden… these idle clouds sailing across t… this passing breeze leaving its co… The morning light has flooded my e…

Pluck this little flower and take… droop and drop into the dust. I may not find a place in thy garl… pain from thy hand and pluck it. I… aware, and the time of offering go…

Maya That I should make much of myself… thus casting colored shadows on th… ——such is thy Maya. Thou settest a barrier in thine ow…

Imagine, mother, that you are to s… into strange lands. Imagine that my boat is ready at t… Now think well, mother, before you… you when I come back.

At dawn shey(1) departed My mind tried to console me — ' Everything is Maya(2)'. Angrily I replied: 'Here’s this sewing box on the tab…

Pity, in place of love, That pettiest of gifts, Is but a sugar—coating over neglec… Any passerby can make a gift of it To a street beggar,

The song I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument. The time has not come true,

They clamour and fight, they doubt… to their wrangling. Let your life come amongst them li… child, unflickering and pure, and… They are cruel in their greed and…

I plucked your flower, O world! I pressed it to my heart and the t… When the day waned and it darkened… More flowers will come to you with… But my time for flower-gathering i…

Why do you sit there and jingle yo… Fill your pitcher. It is time fo… Why do you stir the water with you… Fill your pitcher and come home. The morning hours pass by—the dark…

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…

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…

91 THE great earth makes herself hos… with the help of the grass. 92 THE birth and death of the leaves

In desperate hope I go and search… My house is small and what once ha… But infinite is thy mansion, my lo… I stand under the golden canopy of… I have come to the brink of eterni…