The morning sea of silence broke into ri… and the flowers were all merry by the ro… and the wealth of gold was scattered thr… while we busily went on our way and paid… We sang no glad songs nor played;

When I go alone at night to my love-try… It is my own anklets that grow loud at e… When I sit on my balcony and listen for… It is my own heart that beats wildly—I… When my love comes and sits by my side,…

One day in spring, a woman came In my lonely woods, In the lovely form of the Beloved. Came, to give to my songs, melodies, To give to my dreams, sweetness.

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…

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...

The song that I came to sing remains un… I have spent my days in stringing and in… The time has not come true, the words ha… only there is the agony of wishing in my… The blossom has not opened; only the win…

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…

The night was dark when she went away, a… The night is dark now, and I call for h… darling; the world is asleep; and no one… for a moment while stars are gazing at s… She went away when the trees were in bud…

When I go from hence let this be my parting word, that what I have seen is unsurpassable. I have tasted of the hidden honey of thi… that expands on the ocean of light,

In the world’s audience hall, the simple… Thus my songs share their seats in the h… But, you man of riches, your wealth has… The blessing of all-embracing sky is not… And when death appears, it pales and wit…

She dwelt on the hillside by the edge of a maize-field, near the spring that flows in laughing rills through the solemn shadows of ancient trees. The women came there to fill their jar...