I was not aware of the moment when I first crossed the threshold… What was the power that made me op… like a bud in the forest at midnig… When in the morning I looked upon…
When the gong sounds ten in the mo… lane. Every day I meet the hawker cryin… bangles!” There is nothing to hurry him on,…
I THE DARK In a worldless timeless lightless… Four—faced Brahma broods. nasad asin, no sad asit tadanim; nasid raja no vioma paro yat.
Whey are those tears in your eyes,… How horrid of them to be always sc… You have stained your fingers and… is that why they call you dirty? O, fie! Would they dare to call t…
Freedom from fear is the freedom I claim for you my motherland! Fear, the phantom demon, shaped by your own distorted dreams; Freedom from the burden of the ages, bending your head, bre...
When I go alone at night to my lo… It is my own anklets that grow lou… When I sit on my balcony and list… It is my own heart that beats wild… When my love comes and sits by my…
Your days will be full of cares, i… My house by the cross—roads has it… absent, —for I sing. I shall never be made to answer fo… your heart. If I pledge my word t…
Music is silenced, the dark descen… Has stripped unending skies of all… Weariness grips your limbs and wit… Dumbly ring the bells of hugely ga… Still, O bird, O sightless bird,
On the seashore of endless worlds… The infinite sky is motionless ove… and the restless water is boistero… On the seashore of endless worlds the children meet with shouts and…
Day after day, O lord of my life, shall I stand before thee face to… With folded hands, O lord of all… shall I stand before thee face to… Under thy great sky in solitude an…
Speak to me, my love! Tell me in words what you sang. The night is dark. The stars are lost in clouds. The wind is sighing through the leaves. I will let loose my hair. My blue cloa...
You walked by the riverside path w… Why did you swiftly turn your face… That gleaming look from the dark c… It came to me like the bird of the… You are hidden as a star behind th…
31 THE trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dum… 32 HIS own mornings are new surprise…
It was mid-day when you went away. The sun was strong in the sky. I had done my work and sat alone o… Fitful gusts came winnowing throug… The doves cooed tireless in the sh…
There is a looker—on who sits behi… things in ages and worlds beyond m… forgotten sights glisten on the gr… has seen under new veils the face… hours of many a nameless star. The…