II Keep me fully glad with nothing. Only t… In the gloom of the deepening night take… I will spread myself out at your feet an… Make my life glad with nothing.

If you would be busy and fill your pitch… The water will cling round your feet and… The shadow of the coming rain is on the… I know well the rhythm of your steps, th… Come, O come to my lake, if you must fi…

Where is heaven? you ask me, my child,—t… beyond the limits of birth and death, un… and night; it is not of the earth. But your poet knows that its eternal hun… space, and it strives evermore to be bor…

MOTHER, I do want to leave off my les… You say it is only twelve o’clock. Supp… I can easily imagine now that the sun ha… I can just shut my eyes and think that t… If twelve o’clock can come in the night,…

I paced alone on the road across the fie… hiding its last gold like a miser. The daylight sank deeper and deeper into… widowed land, whose harvest had been rea… Suddenly a boy’s shrill voice rose into…

Whey are those tears in your eyes, my ch… How horrid of them to be always scolding… You have stained your fingers and face w… is that why they call you dirty? O, fie! Would they dare to call the ful…

O you shaggy—headed banyan tree standing… have you forgotten the little chile, lik… nested in your branches and left you? Do you not remember how he sat at the wi… the tangle of your roots and plunged und…

She dwelt here by the pool with its land… an evening she had watched the moon made… bamboo leaves, and on many a rainy day t… had come to her over the young shoots of… Her pet name is known here among those d…

He it is, the innermost one, who awakens my being with his deep hidde… He it is who puts his enchantment upon t… and joyfully plays on the chords of my h… in varied cadence of pleasure and pain.

Kasinath the new young singer fills the… The seven notes dance in his throat like… His voice is a sharp sword slicing and t… It darts like lightening —no knowing whe… He sets deadly traps for himself, then c…

I run as a musk-deer runs in the shadow… The night is the night of mid-May, the… I lose my way and I wander, I seek what… From my heart comes out and dances the i… The gleaming vision flits on.

“Where have I come from, where did you… its mother. She answered, half crying, half laughing… baby to her breast— “You were hidden in my heart as its desi…