Pity, in place of love, That pettiest of gifts, Is but a sugar—coating over neglect. Any passerby can make a gift of it To a street beggar,

When the creation was new and all the st… splendor, the gods held their assembly i… `Oh, the picture of perfection! the joy… But one cried of a sudden ——`It seems that somewhere there is a br…

Have you not heard his silent steps? He comes, comes, ever comes. Every moment and every age, every day and every night he comes, come… Many a song have I sung in many a mood…

Most of the lyrics of love and life, the translations of which from Bengali are published in this book, were written much earlier than the series of religious poems contained in the boo...

My soul is alight with your infinitude of stars. Your world has broken upon me like a flood. The flowers of your garden blossom in my body. The joy of life that is everywhere b...

If the day is done, if birds sing no more, if the wind has flagged tired, then draw the veil of darkness thick upo… even as thou hast wrapt the earth with t…

This is my delight, thus to wait and watch at the wayside where shadow chases light and the rain comes in the wake of the su… Messengers, with tidings from unknown sk…

Why did he choose to come to my door, th… As I come in and out I pass by him ever… I know not if I should speak to him or… The cloudy nights in July are dark; the… He weaves his songs with fresh tunes eve…

Day after day he comes and goes away. Go, and give him a flower from my hair,… If he asks who was it that sent it, I e… He sits on the dust under the tree. Spread there a seat with flowers and lea…

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…

I try to weave a wreath all the morning,… You sit there watching me in secret thro… Ask those eyes, darkly planning mischief… I try to sing a song, but in vain. A hidden smile trembles on your lips, as…

Palm-tree: single-legged giant, topping other trees, peering at the firmament — It longs to pierce the black cloud-ceili… and fly away, away,

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.

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...