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Say of him what you please, but I know… I do not love him because he is good, bu… little child. How should you know how dear he can be w… his merits against his faults?
I have got my leave. Bid me farewell, m… I bow to you all and take my departure. Here I give back the keys of my door ——and I give up all claims to my house. I only ask for last kind words from you.
VIII Lest I should know you too easily, you… You blind me with flashes of laughter to… I know, I know your art; You never say the word you would.
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,
This is my prayer to thee, my lord——stri… strike at the root of penury in my heart… Give me the strength lightly to bear my… Give me the strength to make my love fru… Give me the strength never to disown the…
The day was when I did not keep myself… and entering my heart unbidden even as o… unknown to me, my king, thou didst press… many a fleeting moment of my life. And today when by chance I light upon t…
Your days will be full of cares, if you… My house by the cross—roads has its door… absent, —for I sing. I shall never be made to answer for it,… your heart. If I pledge my word to you…
With a glance of your eyes you could plu… But for their praises you have no ear, t… You could humble at your feet the proude… But it is your loved ones, unknown to fa… The perfection of your arms would add gl…
“Trust love even if it brings sorrow.… “Ah no, my friend, your words are dark,… “The heart is only for giving away with… “Ah no, my friend, your words are dark,… “Pleasure is frail like a dewdrop, while…
STRAY birds of summer come to my windo… to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.
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…
None lives for ever, brother, and nothin… Our life is not the one old burden, our… One sole poet has not to sing one aged s… The flower fades and dies; but he who we… Brother, keep that in mind and rejoice.
It is time for me to go, mother; I am g… When in the paling darkness of the lonel… your arms for your baby in the bed, I sh… here!”—mother, I am going. I shall become a delicate draught of air…
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…
Early in the day it was whispered that w… only thou and I, and never a soul in the… pilgrimage to no country and to no end. In that shoreless ocean, at thy silently listening smile my songs…