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...

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…

In the village they call her the dark gi… but to me she is the flower Krishnakali On a cloudy day in a field I saw the dark girl’s dark gazelle—eyes. She had no covering on her head,

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…

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…

Mother, the folk who live up in the clou… “We play from the time we wake till the… We play with the golden dawn, we play wi… I ask, “But how am I to get up to you?” They answer, “Come to the edge of the e…

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…

Thou hast made me known to friends whom… Thou hast given me seats in homes not my… Thou hast brought the distant near and m… I am uneasy at heart when I have to lea… I forget that there abides the old in th…

If I were only a little puppy, not your… you say “No” to me if I tried to eat fr… Would you drive me off, saying to me, “… little puppy?” Then go, mother, go! I will never come…

Mother, I shall weave a chain of pearls… with my tears of sorrow. The stars have wrought their anklets of… but mine will hang upon thy breast. Wealth and fame come from thee

Why did he choose to come to my door, th… As I come in and out I pass by him ever… I know not if I should speak to him or… The cloudy nights in July are dark; the… He weaves his songs with fresh tunes eve…