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Supposing I became a chanpa flower, jus… branch high up that tree, and shook in t… danced upon the newly budded leaves, wou… You would call, “Baby, where are you?”… myself and keep quite quiet.
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…
The day was when I did not keep myself… and entering my heart unbidden even as o… unknown to me, my king, thou didst press… many a fleeting moment of my life. And today when by chance I light upon t…
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…
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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.
Sullen clouds are gathering fast over th… forest. O child, do not go out! The palm trees in a row by the lake are… against the dismal sky; the crows with t…
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...
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. The rains sweep the sky from end to end.…
Life of my life, I shall ever try to ke… that thy living touch is upon all my lim… I shall ever try to keep all untruths ou… that thou art that truth which has kindl… I shall ever try to drive all evils away…
Light, oh where is the light? Kindle it with the burning fire of desir… There is the lamp but never a flicker of… Ah, death were better by far for thee! Misery knocks at thy door,
Leave this chanting and singing and tell… Whom dost thou worship in this lonely da… Open thine eyes and see thy God is not… He is there where the tiller is tilling… and where the pathmaker is breaking ston…
When the gong sounds ten in the morning… lane. Every day I meet the hawker crying, “Ba… bangles!” There is nothing to hurry him on, there…
Reverend sir, forgive this pair of sinne… are blowing in wild eddies, driving dust… and with them your lessons are all lost. Do not say, father, that life is a vanit… For we have made truce with death for on…
I thought that my voyage had come to its… at the last limit of my power,—that the… that provisions were exhausted and the time come to take shelter in a s… But I find that thy will knows no end i…
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…