Whey are those tears in your eyes, my ch… How horrid of them to be always scolding… You have stained your fingers and face w… is that why they call you dirty? O, fie! Would they dare to call the ful…

You left me and went on your way. I thought I should mourn for you and se… But ah, my evil fortune, time is short. Youth wanes year after year; the spring… Should I neglect all this to gaze after…

Mother, the light has grown grey in the… the time is. There is no fun in my play, so I have c… Saturday, our holiday. Leave off your work, mother; sit here by…

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…

Dying, you have left behind you the grea… in my life. You have painted my thought’… colours of your departure, leaving a tra… earth to love’s heaven. Clasped in your… united in me in a marriage bond.

On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas,… and I knew it not. My basket was empty… Only now and again a sadness fell upon m… dream and felt a sweet trace of a strang… That vague sweetness made my heart ache…

In the night of weariness let me give myself up to sleep without s… resting my trust upon thee. Let me not force my flagging spirit into… It is thou who drawest the veil of night…

Thou hast made me known to friends whom I knew not. Thou hast given me seats in homes not my own. Thou hast brought the distant near and made a brother of the stranger. I am uneasy at h...

My heart, the bird of the wilderness, ha… They are the cradle of the morning, they… My songs are lost in their depths. Let me but soar in that sky, in its lone… Let me but cleave its clouds and spread…

If the day is done, if birds sing no more, if the wind has flagged tired, then draw the veil of darkness thick upo… even as thou hast wrapt the earth with t…

Light, my light, the world-filling light… the eye-kissing light, heart-sweetening light! Ah, the light dances, my darling, at the… the light strikes, my darling, the chord…

Let only that little be left of me whereby I may name thee my all. Let only that little be left of my will whereby I may feel thee on every side, and come to thee in everything,

That I want thee, only thee——let my hea… All desires that distract me, day and ni… are false and empty to the core. As the night keeps hidden in its gloom t… even thus in the depth of my unconscious…

I plucked your flower, O world! I pressed it to my heart and the thorn p… When the day waned and it darkened, I f… More flowers will come to you with perfu… But my time for flower-gathering is over…