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Lest I should know you too easily, you… You blind me with flashes of laughter to… I know, I know your art. You never say the word you would. Lest I should not prize you, you elude…
When I bring to you colored toys, my ch… I understand why there is such a play of… and why flowers are painted in tints ——when I give colored toys to you, my ch… When I sing to make you dance
Traveller, must you go? The night is still and the darkness swoo… The lamps are bright in our balcony, the… Is the time for your parting come? Traveller, must you go?
The fair was on before the temple. It… Brighter than all the gladness of the cr… The shrill joy of that whistle floated a… An endless throng of people came and jos… Greater than all the troubles of the cro…
O woman, you are not merely the handiwor… Poets are weaving for you a web with thr… The sea gives its pearls, the mines thei… The desire of men's hearts has shed its… You are one half woman and one half drea…
When the lamp went out by my bed I woke… I sat at my open window with a fresh wre… The young traveller came along the road… A pearl chain was on his neck, and the s… For very shame I could not say, “She is…
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…
On many an idle day have I grieved over… But it is never lost, my lord. Thou hast taken every moment of my life… Hidden in the heart of things thou art n… buds into blossoms, and ripening flowers…
When I go alone at night to my love-try… It is my own anklets that grow loud at e… When I sit on my balcony and listen for… It is my own heart that beats wildly—I… When my love comes and sits by my side,…
When storm—clouds rumble in the sky and… The moist east wind comes marching over… bagpipes among the bamboos. Then crowds of flowers come out of a sud… where, and dance upon the grass in wild…
Tired of waiting, you burst your bonds,… the winter had gone. Glimpses of the uns… wayside watch, and you rushed out runnin… jasmines, troops of riotous roses. You were the first to march to the breac…
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.
If thou speakest not I will fill my hea… I will keep still and wait like the nigh… and its head bent low with patience. The morning will surely come, the darkne… and thy voice pour down in golden stream…
If people came to know where my king’s p… into the air. The walls are of white silver and the ro… The queen lives in a palace with seven c… wears a jewel that cost all the wealth o…
11 SOME unseen fingers, like idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of t… 12 ‘WHAT language is thine, O sea?’