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Let your work be, bride. Listen, the g… Do you hear, he is gently shaking the ch… See that your anklets make no loud noise… Let your work be, bride, the guest has c… No, it is not the ghostly wind, bride, d…
The road is my wedded companion. She sp… day, she sings to my dreams all night. My meeting with her had no beginning, it… each daybreak, renewing its summer in fr… her every new kiss is the first kiss to…
Where the mind is without fear and the h… Where knowledge is free; Where the world has not been broken up i… domestic walls; Where words come out from the depth of t…
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In the village they call her the dark gi… but to me she is the flower Krishnakali On a cloudy day in a field I saw the dark girl’s dark gazelle—eyes. She had no covering on her head,
In the beginning of time, there rose fro… dream two women. One is the dancer at th… desired of men, she who laughs and pluck… from their cold meditations and of fools… scatters them like seeds with careless h…
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.…
He whispered, “My love, raise your eyes… I sharply chid him, and said “Go!”; but… He stood before me and held both my hand… He brought his face near my ear. I gla… His lips touched my cheek. I trembled…
Beauty is truth’s smile when she beholds her own face in a perfe… Beauty is in the ideal of perfect harmon… which is in the universal being; truth the perfect comprehension of the u…
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,…
That I want thee, only thee——let my hea… All desires that distract me, day and ni… are false and empty to the core. As the night keeps hidden in its gloom t… even thus in the depth of my unconscious…
I found a few old letters of mine carefully hidden in thy box—a few small toys for thy memory to play with. With a timorous heart thou didst try to steal these trifles from the...
The sun of the first day Put the question To the new manifestation of life— Who are you? There was no answer.
I WANT TO give you something, my chil… Our lives will be carried apart, and our… But I am not so foolish as to hope that… Young is your life, your path long, and… You have your play and your playmates.…
Why do you speak so softly, Death, Deat… Creep upon me, watch me so stealthily? This is not how a lover should behave. When evening flowers droop upon their ti… Stems, when cattle are brought in from t…
Dying, you have left behind you the grea… in my life. You have painted my thought’… colours of your departure, leaving a tra… earth to love’s heaven. Clasped in your… united in me in a marriage bond.