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Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life. This little flute of a reed thou hast carried ove...
If people came to know where my ki… into the air. The walls are of white silver and… The queen lives in a palace with s… wears a jewel that cost all the we…
I often wonder where lie hidden th… Through what primal paradise in a… Those marks of their constant trea… Yet suddenly in some wordless musi… It seems that the two friends meet…
The time that my journey takes is… I came out on the chariot of the f… voyage through the wildernesses of… It is the most distant course that… and that training is the most intr…
In the world’s audience hall, the… Thus my songs share their seats in… But, you man of riches, your wealt… The blessing of all-embracing sky… And when death appears, it pales a…
He it is, the innermost one, who awakens my being with his deep… He it is who puts his enchantment… and joyfully plays on the chords o… in varied cadence of pleasure and…
Why did the lamp go out? I shaded it with my cloak to save… Why did the flower fade? I pressed it to my heart with anxi… Why did the stream dry up?
Palm-tree: single-legged giant, topping other trees, peering at the firmament — It longs to pierce the black cloud… and fly away, away,
I seem to have loved you in number… In life after life, in age after a… My spellbound heart has made and r… That you take as a gift, wear roun… In life after life, in age after a…
When I called you in your garden Mango blooms were rich in fragranc… Why did you remain so distant, Keep your doors so tightly fastene… Blossoms grew to ripe fruit—cluste…
It is time for me to go, mother;… When in the paling darkness of the… your arms for your baby in the bed… here!”—mother, I am going. I shall become a delicate draught…
My love, once upon a time your poe… Alas, I was not careful, and it s… It broke up into scraps of songs a… All my cargo of the stories of old… You must make this loss good to me…
Mother, let us imagine we are trav… strange and dangerous country. You are riding in a palanquin and… red horse. It is evening and the sun goes dow…
Over the green and yellow rice fie… The bees forget to sip their honey… None shall go back home, brothers,… We will take the blue sky by storm… Laughters fly floating in the air…
The road is my wedded companion.… day, she sings to my dreams all ni… My meeting with her had no beginni… each daybreak, renewing its summer… her every new kiss is the first ki…