VII Sing the song of the moment in car… Sing of the fleeting smiles that v… Sing of the flowers that bloom and… Weave not in memory’s thread the d…

“Where have I come from, where di… its mother. She answered, half crying, half la… baby to her breast— “You were hidden in my heart as it…

The day was when I did not keep m… and entering my heart unbidden eve… unknown to me, my king, thou didst… many a fleeting moment of my life. And today when by chance I light…

I shall gladly suffer the pride of… if only in some happy future I am… forest. The herd—boy who grazes his cattle… tree, and idly weaves gunja flower…

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

VIII Lest I should know you too easily… You blind me with flashes of laugh… I know, I know your art; You never say the word you would.

I wonder if I know him In whose speech is my voice, In whose movement is my being, Whose skill is in my lines, Whose melody is in my songs

I only said, “When in the evening… entangled among the beaches of tha… catch it?” But dada laughed at me and said, “… child I have ever known. The moon…

Ah, these jasmines, these white ja… I seem to remember the first day w… these jasmines, these white jasmin… I have loved the sunlight, the sky… I have heard the liquid murmur of…

Thou who art the innermost Spirit… art thou pleased, Lord of my Life… For I give to thee my cup filled… the pain and delight that the crus… grapes of my heart had surrendered…