#Indians #IndianWriters #NobelPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury
O you shaggy—headed banyan tree standing… have you forgotten the little chile, lik… nested in your branches and left you? Do you not remember how he sat at the wi… the tangle of your roots and plunged und…
I have got my leave. Bid me farewell, m… I bow to you all and take my departure. Here I give back the keys of my door ——and I give up all claims to my house. I only ask for last kind words from you.
He whispered, “My love, raise your eyes… I sharply chid him, and said “Go!”; but… He stood before me and held both my hand… He brought his face near my ear. I gla… His lips touched my cheek. I trembled…
Sullen clouds are gathering fast over th… forest. O child, do not go out! The palm trees in a row by the lake are… against the dismal sky; the crows with t…
We are to play the game of death to-nigh… The night is black, the clouds in the sk… We have left our bed of dreams, flung op… We sit upon a swing, and the storm winds… My bride starts up with fear and delight…
When she passed by me with quick steps,… From the unknown island of a heart came… A flutter of a flitting touch brushed me… It fell upon my heart like a sigh of her…
When storm—clouds rumble in the sky and… The moist east wind comes marching over… bagpipes among the bamboos. Then crowds of flowers come out of a sud… where, and dance upon the grass in wild…
I spent my day on the scorching hot dust… Now, in the cool of the evening, I knoc… A grim ashath tree spreads its hungry cl… Days have been when wayfarers came here… They spread their mats in the courtyard…
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,
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…
O you mad, you superbly drunk! If you kick open your doors and play the… If you empty your bag in a night, and sn… If you walk in curious paths and play wi… Reck not rhyme or reason;
Tired of waiting, you burst your bonds,… the winter had gone. Glimpses of the uns… wayside watch, and you rushed out runnin… jasmines, troops of riotous roses. You were the first to march to the breac…
“Trust love even if it brings sorrow.… “Ah no, my friend, your words are dark,… “The heart is only for giving away with… “Ah no, my friend, your words are dark,… “Pleasure is frail like a dewdrop, while…
I thought that my voyage had come to its… at the last limit of my power,—that the… that provisions were exhausted and the time come to take shelter in a s… But I find that thy will knows no end i…
If you would have it so, I will end my… If it sets your heart aflutter, I will… If it suddenly startles you in your walk… If it confuses you in your flower-weavin… If it makes the water wanton and wild,…