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

Then finish the last song and let us lea… Forget this night when the night is no m… Whom do I try to clasp in my arms? Dre… My eager hands press emptiness to my hea…

Supposing I became a chanpa flower, jus… branch high up that tree, and shook in t… danced upon the newly budded leaves, wou… You would call, “Baby, where are you?”… myself and keep quite quiet.

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

Strong Mercy My desires are many and my cry is pitifu… but ever didst thou save me by hard refu… and this strong mercy has been wrought i… Day by day thou art making me worthy of…

The boat of the boatman Madhu is moored… It is uselessly laden with jute, and has… for ever so long. If he would only lend me his boat, I sh… hundred oars, and hoist sails, five or s…

In the morning I cast my net into the s… I dragged up from the dark abyss things… When with the day’s burden I went home,… I hesitated for a moment, and then place… She glanced at them and said, “What str…

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

Are you a mere picture, and not as true… this dust? They throb with the pulse of… immensely aloof in your stillness, paint… The day was when you walked with me, you… limbs singing of life. My world found it…

Over the green and yellow rice-fields sw… The bees forget to sip their honey; drun… The ducks in the islands of the river cl… Let none go back home, brothers, this mo… Let us take the blue sky by storm and pl…

“Come to us, youth, tell us truly why th… “I know not what wine of wild poppy I h… “Ah, shame!” “Well, some are wise and some foolish, s… “Youth, why do you stand so still under…

I know not from what distant time thou art ever coming nearer to meet me. Thy sun and stars can never keep thee hi… In many a morning and eve thy footsteps… and thy messenger has come within my hea…