Let your work be, bride. Listen, the g… Do you hear, he is gently shaking the ch… See that your anklets make no loud noise… Let your work be, bride, the guest has c… No, it is not the ghostly wind, bride, d…

Kasinath the new young singer fills the… The seven notes dance in his throat like… His voice is a sharp sword slicing and t… It darts like lightening —no knowing whe… He sets deadly traps for himself, then c…

At midnight the would-be ascetic announc… “This is the time to give up my home and… God whispered, “I,” but the ears of the… With a baby asleep at her breast lay his… The man said, “Who are ye that have foo…

O Fool, try to carry thyself upon thy o… O beggar, to come beg at thy own door! Leave all thy burdens on his hands who c… and never look behind in regret. Thy desire at once puts out the light fr…

21 THEY throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on their back. 22 THAT I exist

The workman and his wife from the west country are busy digging to make bricks for the kiln. Their little daughter goes to the landing-place by the river; there she has no end of scouri...

If I were only a little puppy, not your… you say “No” to me if I tried to eat fr… Would you drive me off, saying to me, “… little puppy?” Then go, mother, go! I will never come…

Day after day he comes and goes away. Go, and give him a flower from my hair,… If he asks who was it that sent it, I e… He sits on the dust under the tree. Spread there a seat with flowers and lea…

Mother, I shall weave a chain of pearls… with my tears of sorrow. The stars have wrought their anklets of… but mine will hang upon thy breast. Wealth and fame come from thee

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…

With days of hard travail I raised a te… I forgot all else, I shunned all the wo… It was always night inside, and lit by t… The ceaseless smoke of incense wound my… Sleepless, I carved on the walls fantas…

My soul is alight with your infinitude of stars. Your world has broken upon me like a flood. The flowers of your garden blossom in my body. The joy of life that is everywhere b...

Freedom from fear is the freedom I clai… Freedom from the burden of the ages, ben… Freedom from the shackles of slumber whe… Freedom from the anarchy of destiny whol… Freedom from the insult of dwelling in a…

Why do you sit there and jingle your bra… Fill your pitcher. It is time for you… Why do you stir the water with your hand… Fill your pitcher and come home. The morning hours pass by—the dark water…

In the night of weariness let me give myself up to sleep without s… resting my trust upon thee. Let me not force my flagging spirit into… It is thou who drawest the veil of night…