If you would be busy and fill your… The water will cling round your fe… The shadow of the coming rain is o… I know well the rhythm of your ste… Come, O come to my lake, if you m…

One day in spring, a woman came In my lonely woods, In the lovely form of the Beloved… Came, to give to my songs, melodie… To give to my dreams, sweetness.

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

It was in May. The sultry noon s… When I heard from the riverside a… I shut my book and opened the wind… I saw a big buffalo with mud-stain… I smiled amused and felt a touch o…

Tired of waiting, you burst your b… the winter had gone. Glimpses of t… wayside watch, and you rushed out… jasmines, troops of riotous roses. You were the first to march to the…

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…

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

MOTHER, I do want to leave off… You say it is only twelve o’clock.… I can easily imagine now that the… I can just shut my eyes and think… If twelve o’clock can come in the…

He whom I enclose with my name is… I am ever busy building this wall… the sky day by day I lose sight of… I take pride in this great wall, a… lest a least hole should be left i…

When I go from hence let this be my parting word, that what I have seen is unsurpass… I have tasted of the hidden honey… that expands on the ocean of light…

Peace, my heart, let the time for… Let it not be a death but complete… Let love melt into memory and pain… Let the flight through the sky end… Let the last touch of your hands b…

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