Come as you are, tarry not over your toi… If your braiding has come loose, if the… Come as you are, tarry not over your toi… Come with quick steps over the grass. If your feet are pale with the dew, if y…

In one salutation to thee, my God, let all my senses spread out and touch t… Like a rain—cloud of July hung low with its burden of unshed showe… let all my mind bend down at thy door in…

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…

Thou hast made me known to friends whom… Thou hast given me seats in homes not my… Thou hast brought the distant near and m… I am uneasy at heart when I have to lea… I forget that there abides the old in th…

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…

O Fool, try to carry thyself upon thy o… O beggar, to come beg at thy own door! Leave all thy burdens on his hands who c… and never look behind in regret. Thy desire at once puts out the light fr…

I was one among many women busy with the… Why did you single me out and bring me a… Love unexpressed in sacred. It shines… Ah, you broke through the cover of my he… The other women are the same as ever.

Hands cling to hands and eyes linger on… It is the moonlit night of March; the s… This love between you and me is simple a… Your veil of the saffron colour makes my… The jasmine wreath that you wove me thri…

I wonder if I know him In whose speech is my voice, In whose movement is my being, Whose skill is in my lines, Whose melody is in my songs

It was in May. The sultry noon seemed… When I heard from the riverside a voice… I shut my book and opened the window to… I saw a big buffalo with mud-stained hid… I smiled amused and felt a touch of swee…

None lives for ever, brother, and nothin… Our life is not the one old burden, our… One sole poet has not to sing one aged s… The flower fades and dies; but he who we… Brother, keep that in mind and rejoice.

I boasted among men that I had known yo… They see your pictures in all works of m… They come and ask me, `Who is he?' I know not how to answer them. I say, `… They blame me and they go away in scorn.

With days of hard travail I raised a te… I forgot all else, I shunned all the wo… It was always night inside, and lit by t… The ceaseless smoke of incense wound my… Sleepless, I carved on the walls fantas…