Speak to me, my love! Tell me in words what you sang. The night is dark. The stars are lost in clouds. The wind is sighing through the leaves. I will let loose my hair. My blue cloa...

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…

If baby only wanted to, he could fly up… It is not for nothing that he does not l… He loves to rest his head on mother’s bo… bear to lose sight of her. Baby know all manner of wise words, thou…

Over the green and yellow rice fields sw… The bees forget to sip their honey; drun… None shall go back home, brothers, this… We will take the blue sky by storm and p… Laughters fly floating in the air like f…

I run as a musk-deer runs in the shadow… The night is the night of mid-May, the… I lose my way and I wander, I seek what… From my heart comes out and dances the i… The gleaming vision flits on.

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…

The song that I came to sing remains un… I have spent my days in stringing and in… The time has not come true, the words ha… only there is the agony of wishing in my… The blossom has not opened; only the win…

Thou hast made me known to friends whom… Thou hast given me seats in homes not my… Thou hast brought the distant near and m… I am uneasy at heart when I have to lea… I forget that there abides the old in th…

If the day is done, if birds sing no more, if the wind has flagged tired, then draw the veil of darkness thick upo… even as thou hast wrapt the earth with t…

I asked nothing, only stood at the edge of the wood behind the tree. Languor was still upon the eyes of the dawn, and the dew in the air. The lazy smell of the damp grass

She is near to my heart as the meadow—fl… sweet to me as sleep is to tired limbs.… flowing in its fullness, like a river in… serene abandonment. My songs are one wit… of a stream, that sings with all its wav…

I asked of Destiny, “Tell me who with r… Destiny told me to look behind. I turned and saw my own self behind push…

You say that father write a lot of books… understand. He was reading to you all the evening, b… make out what he meant? What nice stores, mother, you can tell u…