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We both live in the same village and tha… The yellow bird sings in their tree and… Her pair of pet lambs come to graze near… If they stray into our barley field I t… The name of our village is Khanjuna, an…
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…
41 THE trees, like the longings of the earth, stand a—tiptoe to peep at the heaven. 42
The song I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument. The time has not come true,
On many an idle day have I grieved over… But it is never lost, my lord. Thou hast taken every moment of my life… Hidden in the heart of things thou art n… buds into blossoms, and ripening flowers…
Thou who art the innermost Spirit of my… art thou pleased, Lord of my Life? For I give to thee my cup filled with a… the pain and delight that the crushed grapes of my heart had surrendered,
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.…
I dreamt that she sat by my head, tender… her fingers, playing the melody of her t… and struggled with my tears, till the ag… my sleep like a bubble. I sat up and saw the glow of the Milky…
Child, how happy you are sitting in the… I smile at your play with that little bi… I am busy with my accounts, adding up fi… Perhaps you glance at me and think, “Wh… Child, I have forgotten the art of bein…
No more noisy, loud words from me——such… Henceforth I deal in whispers. The speech of my heart will be carried o… Men hasten to the King’s market. All th… But I have my untimely leave in the mid…
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…
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…
My love, once upon a time your poet laun… Alas, I was not careful, and it struck… It broke up into scraps of songs and lay… All my cargo of the stories of old wars… You must make this loss good to me, my l…
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I would ask for still more, if I had th… and the world with its endless riches; b… the smallest corner of this earth if onl…
The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous. On the seashore of endless worlds the children meet with shouts and dances. They build their houses with s...