One day in spring, a woman came In my lonely woods, In the lovely form of the Beloved. Came, to give to my songs, melodies, To give to my dreams, sweetness.

When the heart is hard and parched up, come upon me with a shower of mercy. When grace is lost from life, come with a burst of song. When tumultuous work raises its din on a…

Man goes into the noisy crowd to drown his own clamour of silence. Man is immortal; therefore he must die e… For life is a creative idea; it can only find itself in changing form…

Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it. Let the dead have the immortality of fam… but the living the immortality of love. Life’s errors cry for the merciful beaut…

Why do you put me to shame with a look? I have not come as a beggar. Only for a passing hour I stood at the… Why do you put me to shame with a look? Not a rose did I gather from your garde…

Come as you are; do not loiter over your… If your braided hair has loosened, if th… Come as you are; do not loiter over your… Come, with quick steps over the grass. If the raddle come from your feet becaus…

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

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…

There is room for you. You are alone wi… My boat is crowded, it is heavily laden,… away? Your young body is slim and swayin… smile in the edge of your eyes, and your… rain cloud.

At dawn shey(1) departed My mind tried to console me — ' Everything is Maya(2)'. Angrily I replied: 'Here’s this sewing box on the table,

Are you a mere picture, and not as true… this dust? They throb with the pulse of… immensely aloof in your stillness, paint… The day was when you walked with me, you… limbs singing of life. My world found it…

Beauty is truth’s smile when she beholds her own face in a perfe… Beauty is in the ideal of perfect harmon… which is in the universal being; truth the perfect comprehension of the u…

Life of my life, I shall ever try to ke… that thy living touch is upon all my lim… I shall ever try to keep all untruths ou… that thou art that truth which has kindl… I shall ever try to drive all evils away…

I found a few old letters of mine carefully hidden in thy box—a few small toys for thy memory to play with. With a timorous heart thou didst try to steal these trifles from the...