Over the green and yellow rice fie… The bees forget to sip their honey… None shall go back home, brothers,… We will take the blue sky by storm… Laughters fly floating in the air…
Why did he choose to come to my do… As I come in and out I pass by hi… I know not if I should speak to h… The cloudy nights in July are dar… He weaves his songs with fresh tun…
Tulsidas, the poet, was wandering,… He found a woman sitting at the fe… She rose as she saw him, bowed to… “Why such hurry, my daughter?” ask… “For heaven I do not long,” said…
The song that I came to sing rema… I have spent my days in stringing… The time has not come true, the wo… only there is the agony of wishing… The blossom has not opened; only t…
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...
Ah, these jasmines, these white ja… I seem to remember the first day w… these jasmines, these white jasmin… I have loved the sunlight, the sky… I have heard the liquid murmur of…
Day by day I float my paper boats… In bid black letters I write my n… I hope that someone in some strang… I load my little boats with shiuli… I launch my paper boats and look u…
O mother, the young Prince is to… attend to my work this morning? Show me how to braid up my hair; t… Why do you look at me amazed, moth… I know well he will not glance up…
Maya That I should make much of myself… thus casting colored shadows on th… ——such is thy Maya. Thou settest a barrier in thine ow…
I travelled the old road every day… my cattle to the meadows, I ferrie… all the ways were well known to me… One morning my basket was heavy wi… the fields, the pastures crowded w…
VII Sing the song of the moment in car… Sing of the fleeting smiles that v… Sing of the flowers that bloom and… Weave not in memory’s thread the d…
When the heart is hard and parched… come upon me with a shower of merc… When grace is lost from life, come with a burst of song. When tumultuous work raises its di…
None lives for ever, brother, and… Our life is not the one old burden… One sole poet has not to sing one… The flower fades and dies; but he… Brother, keep that in mind and rej…
The 'I’ that floats along the wav… From a distance I watch him. With the dust and the water, With the fruit and the flower, With the All he is rushing forwar…
One morning in the flower garden a… I put it round my neck, and tears… I kissed her and said, “You are b… You yourself know not how beautifu…