When I called you in your garden Mango blooms were rich in fragranc… Why did you remain so distant, Keep your doors so tightly fastene… Blossoms grew to ripe fruit—cluste…

Over the green and yellow rice-fie… The bees forget to sip their honey… The ducks in the islands of the ri… Let none go back home, brothers, t… Let us take the blue sky by storm…

It is only the revelation of You… that is endlessly new and eternall… and that gives the only meaning to… we feel Your rhythmic throb as sou… world in our own souls; then are w…

On many an idle day have I grieve… But it is never lost, my lord. Thou hast taken every moment of my… Hidden in the heart of things thou… buds into blossoms, and ripening f…

Last night in the garden I offere… lifted the cup to your lips, you s… I raised your veil, unbound your t… breast your face sweet with its si… dream overflowed the world of slum…

Pity, in place of love, That pettiest of gifts, Is but a sugar—coating over neglec… Any passerby can make a gift of it To a street beggar,

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

Palm-tree: single-legged giant, topping other trees, peering at the firmament — It longs to pierce the black cloud… and fly away, away,

Thou hast made me endless, such is… vessel thou emptiest again and aga… This little flute of a reed thou h… and hast breathed through it melod… At the immortal touch of thy hands…

I know that the day will come when my sight of this earth shall… and life will take its leave in si… drawing the last curtain over my e… Yet stars will watch at night,

It was in May. The sultry noon s… When I heard from the riverside a… I shut my book and opened the wind… I saw a big buffalo with mud-stain… I smiled amused and felt a touch o…

Man goes into the noisy crowd to drown his own clamour of silenc… Man is immortal; therefore he must… For life is a creative idea; it can only find itself in changin…

The night is black and the forest… a million people thread it in a mi… We have trysts to keep in the dark… or with whom– of that we are unawa… But we have this faith– that a lif…