You are the evening cloud floating… I paint you and fashion you ever w… You are my own, my own, Dweller i… Your feet are rosy-red with the gl… Your lips are bitter-sweet with th…

Pluck this little flower and take… droop and drop into the dust. I may not find a place in thy garl… pain from thy hand and pluck it. I… aware, and the time of offering go…

Tulsidas, the poet, was wandering,… He found a woman sitting at the fe… She rose as she saw him, bowed to… “Why such hurry, my daughter?” ask… “For heaven I do not long,” said…

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…

When I bring you coloured toys, m… is such a play of colours on cloud… painted in tints—when I give colou… When I sing to make you dance, I… in leaves, and why waves send thei…

Amidst the rush and roar of life,… Great Time sits enamoured at your… “Speak, speak to me, my love; spea… But your speech is shut up in ston…

Where is heaven? you ask me, my ch… beyond the limits of birth and dea… and night; it is not of the earth. But your poet knows that its etern… space, and it strives evermore to…

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…

The song that I came to sing rema… I have spent my days in stringing… The time has not come true, the wo… only there is the agony of wishing… The blossom has not opened; only t…

Art thou abroad on this stormy nig… on thy journey of love, my friend? The sky groans like one in despair… I have no sleep tonight. Ever and again I open my door and…