“Ah, poet, the evening draws near;… “Do you in your lonely musing hear… “It is evening,” the poet said, “a… “I watch if young straying hearts… “Who is there to weave their passi…

When the lamp went out by my bed… I sat at my open window with a fre… The young traveller came along the… A pearl chain was on his neck, and… For very shame I could not say, “…

I only said, “When in the evening… entangled among the beaches of tha… catch it?” But dada laughed at me and said, “… child I have ever known. The moon…

I WANT TO give you something, m… Our lives will be carried apart, a… But I am not so foolish as to hop… Young is your life, your path long… You have your play and your playma…

“What comes from your willing hand… “Yes, yes, I know you, modest men… “If there be a stray flower for me… "But if there be thorns?” “I will endure them.”

I have made You the polar star of… existence; never again can I lose… voyage of life. Wherever I go, You are always the… shower your benefience all around…

O you shaggy—headed banyan tree st… have you forgotten the little chil… nested in your branches and left y… Do you not remember how he sat at… the tangle of your roots and plung…

Mother, the folk who live up in th… “We play from the time we wake til… We play with the golden dawn, we p… I ask, “But how am I to get up to… They answer, “Come to the edge of…

Time is endless in thy hands, my l… There is none to count thy minutes… Days and nights pass and ages bloo… Thou knowest how to wait. Thy centuries follow each other pe…

He whom I enclose with my name is… I am ever busy building this wall… the sky day by day I lose sight of… I take pride in this great wall, a… lest a least hole should be left i…

It was mid-day when you went away. The sun was strong in the sky. I had done my work and sat alone o… Fitful gusts came winnowing throug… The doves cooed tireless in the sh…

We both live in the same village a… The yellow bird sings in their tre… Her pair of pet lambs come to graz… If they stray into our barley fiel… The name of our village is Khanju…

We are to play the game of death t… The night is black, the clouds in… We have left our bed of dreams, fl… We sit upon a swing, and the storm… My bride starts up with fear and d…

I wonder if I know him In whose speech is my voice, In whose movement is my being, Whose skill is in my lines, Whose melody is in my songs

My love, once upon a time your poe… Alas, I was not careful, and it s… It broke up into scraps of songs a… All my cargo of the stories of old… You must make this loss good to me…