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Where the mind is without fear and the h… Where knowledge is free; Where the world has not been broken up i… domestic walls; Where words come out from the depth of t…
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I asked nothing, only stood at the edge of the wood behind the tree. Languor was still upon the eyes of the dawn, and the dew in the air. The lazy smell of the damp grass
If it is not my portion to meet thee in… then let me ever feel that I have missed… ——let me not forget for a moment, let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in… and in my wakeful hours.
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...
Tulsidas, the poet, was wandering, deep… He found a woman sitting at the feet of… She rose as she saw him, bowed to him, a… “Why such hurry, my daughter?” asked Tu… “For heaven I do not long,” said the wo…
WHEN the two sisters go to fetch water… They must be aware of somebody who stand… The two sisters whisper to each other wh… They must have guessed the secret of tha… Their pitchers lurch suddenly, and water…
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…
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…
91 THE great earth makes herself hospitabl… with the help of the grass. 92 THE birth and death of the leaves
I boasted among men that I had known yo… They see your pictures in all works of m… They come and ask me, `Who is he?' I know not how to answer them. I say, `… They blame me and they go away in scorn.
The sun of the first day Put the question To the new manifestation of life— Who are you? There was no answer.
In the beginning of time, there rose fro… dream two women. One is the dancer at th… desired of men, she who laughs and pluck… from their cold meditations and of fools… scatters them like seeds with careless h…
Last night in the garden I offered you… lifted the cup to your lips, you shut yo… I raised your veil, unbound your tresses… breast your face sweet with its silence,… dream overflowed the world of slumber.
Deliverance is not for me in renunciatio… I feel the embrace of freedom in a thous… Thou ever pourest for me the fresh draug… colours and fragrance, filling this eart… My world will light its hundred differen…
When I give up the helm I know that the time has come for thee t… What there is to do will be instantly do… Vain is this struggle. Then take away your hands