#IndianWriters #NobelPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury
Kasinath the new young singer fill… The seven notes dance in his throa… His voice is a sharp sword slicing… It darts like lightening —no knowi… He sets deadly traps for himself,…
61 TAKE my wine in my own cup, frie… It loses its wreath of foam when poured into that of others. 62
Where do you hurry with your baske… They all have come home with their… The echoes of the voices calling f… Where do you hurry with your baske… Sleep has laid her fingers upon th…
Why do you sit there on the floor… mother dear? The rain is coming in through the… wet, and you don’t mind it. Do you hear the gong striking four…
“Where have I come from, where di… its mother. She answered, half crying, half la… baby to her breast— “You were hidden in my heart as it…
On the day when the lotus bloomed,… and I knew it not. My basket was… Only now and again a sadness fell… dream and felt a sweet trace of a… That vague sweetness made my heart…
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…
Say of him what you please, but I… I do not love him because he is go… little child. How should you know how dear he ca… his merits against his faults?
She dwelt here by the pool with it… an evening she had watched the moo… bamboo leaves, and on many a rainy… had come to her over the young sho… Her pet name is known here among t…
Why do you put me to shame with a… I have not come as a beggar. Only for a passing hour I stood a… Why do you put me to shame with a… Not a rose did I gather from your…
Day after day, O lord of my life, shall I stand before thee face to… With folded hands, O lord of all… shall I stand before thee face to… Under thy great sky in solitude an…
The fair was on before the temple.… Brighter than all the gladness of… The shrill joy of that whistle flo… An endless throng of people came a… Greater than all the troubles of t…
31 THE trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dum… 32 HIS own mornings are new surprise…
I THE DARK In a worldless timeless lightless… Four—faced Brahma broods. nasad asin, no sad asit tadanim; nasid raja no vioma paro yat.
You left me and went on your way. I thought I should mourn for you… But ah, my evil fortune, time is s… Youth wanes year after year; the s… Should I neglect all this to gaze…