Supposing I became a chanpa flower, jus… branch high up that tree, and shook in t… danced upon the newly budded leaves, wou… You would call, “Baby, where are you?”… myself and keep quite quiet.

Where is heaven? you ask me, my child,—t… beyond the limits of birth and death, un… and night; it is not of the earth. But your poet knows that its eternal hun… space, and it strives evermore to be bor…

Why do you sit there on the floor so qui… mother dear? The rain is coming in through the open w… wet, and you don’t mind it. Do you hear the gong striking four? It…

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…

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…

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…

61 TAKE my wine in my own cup, friend. It loses its wreath of foam when poured into that of others. 62

When I called you in your garden Mango blooms were rich in fragrance — Why did you remain so distant, Keep your doors so tightly fastened? Blossoms grew to ripe fruit—clusters —

To the guests that must go bid God's sp… Take to your bosom with a smile what is… To-day is the festival of phantoms that… Let your laughter be but a meaningless m… Let your life lightly dance on the edges…

O mother, the young Prince is to pass b… attend to my work this morning? Show me how to braid up my hair; tell me… Why do you look at me amazed, mother? I know well he will not glance up once a…

Kasinath the new young singer fills the… The seven notes dance in his throat like… His voice is a sharp sword slicing and t… It darts like lightening —no knowing whe… He sets deadly traps for himself, then c…

This is my prayer to thee, my lord——stri… strike at the root of penury in my heart… Give me the strength lightly to bear my… Give me the strength to make my love fru… Give me the strength never to disown the…

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…

I know not from what distant time thou art ever coming nearer to meet me. Thy sun and stars can never keep thee hi… In many a morning and eve thy footsteps… and thy messenger has come within my hea…

The butterfly counts not months but mome… and has time enough. Time is a wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mer… Let your life lightly dance on the edges…