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I dive down into the depth of the ocean… No more sailing from harbor to harbor wi… And now I am eager to die into the deat… Into the audience hall by the fathomless… I shall tune it to the notes of forever,…
I try to weave a wreath all the morning,… You sit there watching me in secret thro… Ask those eyes, darkly planning mischief… I try to sing a song, but in vain. A hidden smile trembles on your lips, as…
You left me and went on your way. I thought I should mourn for you and se… But ah, my evil fortune, time is short. Youth wanes year after year; the spring… Should I neglect all this to gaze after…
I must launch out my boat. The languid hours pass by on the shore——Alas for me! The spring has done its flowering and ta… And now with the burden of faded futile…
Sullen clouds are gathering fast over th… forest. O child, do not go out! The palm trees in a row by the lake are… against the dismal sky; the crows with t…
I WANT TO give you something, my chil… Our lives will be carried apart, and our… But I am not so foolish as to hope that… Young is your life, your path long, and… You have your play and your playmates.…
“Where have I come from, where did you… its mother. She answered, half crying, half laughing… baby to her breast— “You were hidden in my heart as its desi…
I plucked your flower, O world! I pressed it to my heart and the thorn p… When the day waned and it darkened, I f… More flowers will come to you with perfu… But my time for flower-gathering is over…
Reverend sir, forgive this pair of sinne… are blowing in wild eddies, driving dust… and with them your lessons are all lost. Do not say, father, that life is a vanit… For we have made truce with death for on…
They clamour and fight, they doubt and d… to their wrangling. Let your life come amongst them like a f… child, unflickering and pure, and deligh… They are cruel in their greed and their…
I know that the day will come when my sight of this earth shall be los… and life will take its leave in silence, drawing the last curtain over my eyes. Yet stars will watch at night,
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…
Most of the lyrics of love and life, the translations of which from Bengali are published in this book, were written much earlier than the series of religious poems contained in the boo...
The evening was lonely for me, and I wa… heart became dry, and it seemed to me th… fashioned by the traders in words. Tired… snuffed the candle. In a moment the room… moonlight.
I am restless. I am athirst for far-awa… My soul goes out in a longing to touch t… O Great Beyond, O the keen call of thy… I forget, I ever forget, that I have no… I am eager and wakeful, I am a stranger…