Amidst the rush and roar of life, O Bea… Great Time sits enamoured at your feet… “Speak, speak to me, my love; speak, my… But your speech is shut up in stone, O…
Peace, my heart, let the time for the pa… Let it not be a death but completeness. Let love melt into memory and pain into… Let the flight through the sky end in th… Let the last touch of your hands be gent…
In the dusky path of a dream I went to… Her house stood at the end of a desolate… In the evening breeze her pet peacock sa… She set her lamp down by the portal and… She raised her large eyes to my face and…
Traveller, must you go? The night is still and the darkness swoo… The lamps are bright in our balcony, the… Is the time for your parting come? Traveller, must you go?
I spent my day on the scorching hot dust… Now, in the cool of the evening, I knoc… A grim ashath tree spreads its hungry cl… Days have been when wayfarers came here… They spread their mats in the courtyard…
Is that your call again? The evening has come. Weariness clings… Do you call me? I had given all my day to you, cruel mis… Somewhere there is an end to everything,…
A wandering madman was seeking the touchstone, with matted locks tawny and dust-laden, and body worn to a shadow, his lips tight-pressed, like the shut-up doors of his heart, his burnin...
Though the evening comes with slow steps… Though your companions have gone to thei… Though fear broods in the dark and the f… Yet, bird, O my bird, listen to me, do… That is not the gloom of the leaves of t…
None lives for ever, brother, and nothin… Our life is not the one old burden, our… One sole poet has not to sing one aged s… The flower fades and dies; but he who we… Brother, keep that in mind and rejoice.
I hunt for the golden stag. You may smile, my friends, but I pursue… I run across hills and dales, I wander… You come and buy in the market and go ba… I have no care in my heart; all my belon…
I remember a day in my childhood I floa… It was a wet day of July; I was alone a… I floated my paper boat in the ditch. Suddenly the storm clouds thickened, win… Rills of muddy water rushed and swelled…
The day is not yet done, the fair is not… I had feared that my time had been squan… But no, my brother, I have still someth… The selling and buying are over. All the dues on both sides have been gat…
With days of hard travail I raised a te… I forgot all else, I shunned all the wo… It was always night inside, and lit by t… The ceaseless smoke of incense wound my… Sleepless, I carved on the walls fantas…
Infinite wealth is not yours, my patient… You toil to fill the mouths of your chil… The gift of gladness that you have for u… The toys that you make for your children… You cannot satisfy all our hungry hopes,…
In the world’s audience hall, the simple… Thus my songs share their seats in the h… But, you man of riches, your wealth has… The blessing of all-embracing sky is not… And when death appears, it pales and wit…
At midnight the would-be ascetic announc… “This is the time to give up my home and… God whispered, “I,” but the ears of the… With a baby asleep at her breast lay his… The man said, “Who are ye that have foo…
The fair was on before the temple. It… Brighter than all the gladness of the cr… The shrill joy of that whistle floated a… An endless throng of people came and jos… Greater than all the troubles of the cro…
The workman and his wife from the west country are busy digging to make bricks for the kiln. Their little daughter goes to the landing-place by the river; there she has no end of scouri...
It was in May. The sultry noon seemed… When I heard from the riverside a voice… I shut my book and opened the window to… I saw a big buffalo with mud-stained hid… I smiled amused and felt a touch of swee…
I often wonder where lie hidden the boun… Through what primal paradise in a remote… Those marks of their constant tread have… Yet suddenly in some wordless music the… It seems that the two friends meet maske…
With a glance of your eyes you could plu… But for their praises you have no ear, t… You could humble at your feet the proude… But it is your loved ones, unknown to fa… The perfection of your arms would add gl…
Why do you whisper so faintly in my ears… When the flowers droop in the evening an… Is this how you must woo and win me with… Will there be no proud ceremony for our… Will you not tie up with a wreath your t…
We are to play the game of death to-nigh… The night is black, the clouds in the sk… We have left our bed of dreams, flung op… We sit upon a swing, and the storm winds… My bride starts up with fear and delight…
She dwelt on the hillside by the edge of a maize-field, near the spring that flows in laughing rills through the solemn shadows of ancient trees. The women came there to fill their jar...
Over the green and yellow rice-fields sw… The bees forget to sip their honey; drun… The ducks in the islands of the river cl… Let none go back home, brothers, this mo… Let us take the blue sky by storm and pl…
Who are you, reader, reading my poems an… I cannot send you one single flower from… Open your doors and look abroad. From your blossoming garden gather fragr… In the joy of your heart may you feel th…
