Mother, the light has grown grey i… the time is. There is no fun in my play, so I… Saturday, our holiday. Leave off your work, mother; sit h…

IX Amidst the rush and roar of life,… Great Time sits enamoured at your… “Speak, speak to me, my love; spea… But your speech is shut up in ston…

My heart, the bird of the wilderne… They are the cradle of the morning… My songs are lost in their depths. Let me but soar in that sky, in it… Let me but cleave its clouds and s…

Tulsidas, the poet, was wandering,… He found a woman sitting at the fe… She rose as she saw him, bowed to… “Why such hurry, my daughter?” ask… “For heaven I do not long,” said…

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…

The song that I came to sing rema… I have spent my days in stringing… The time has not come true, the wo… only there is the agony of wishing… The blossom has not opened; only t…

You came to my door in the dawn an… You came in the noon and asked for… You came in the evening with your… You seemed to me like a terror and… Now in the midnight I sit alone i…

O Fool, try to carry thyself upon… O beggar, to come beg at thy own d… Leave all thy burdens on his hands… and never look behind in regret. Thy desire at once puts out the li…

MOTHER, I do want to leave off… You say it is only twelve o’clock.… I can easily imagine now that the… I can just shut my eyes and think… If twelve o’clock can come in the…

Music is silenced, the dark descen… Has stripped unending skies of all… Weariness grips your limbs and wit… Dumbly ring the bells of hugely ga… Still, O bird, O sightless bird,

WHEN the two sisters go to fetch… They must be aware of somebody who… The two sisters whisper to each ot… They must have guessed the secret… Their pitchers lurch suddenly, and…

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,

Why do you sit there on the floor… mother dear? The rain is coming in through the… wet, and you don’t mind it. Do you hear the gong striking four…

I boasted among men that I had kn… They see your pictures in all work… They come and ask me, `Who is he?… I know not how to answer them. I… They blame me and they go away in…