On many an idle day have I grieve… But it is never lost, my lord. Thou hast taken every moment of my… Hidden in the heart of things thou… buds into blossoms, and ripening f…

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…

The song I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument. The time has not come true,

Do not keep to yourself the secret… Say it to me, only to me, in secre… You who smile so gently, softly wh… The night is deep, the house is si… Speak to me through hesitating tea…

Clouds rumbling in the sky; teemin… I sit on the river bank, sad and a… The sheaves lie gathered, harvest… The river is swollen and fierce in… As we cut the paddy it started to…

Lest I should know you too easily… You blind me with flashes of laugh… I know, I know your art. You never say the word you would. Lest I should not prize you, you…

Day after day, O lord of my life, shall I stand before thee face to… With folded hands, O lord of all… shall I stand before thee face to… Under thy great sky in solitude an…

With days of hard travail I raise… I forgot all else, I shunned all… It was always night inside, and li… The ceaseless smoke of incense wou… Sleepless, I carved on the walls…

She is near to my heart as the mea… sweet to me as sleep is to tired l… flowing in its fullness, like a ri… serene abandonment. My songs are o… of a stream, that sings with all i…

The workman and his wife from the west country are busy digging to make bricks for the kiln. Their little daughter goes to the landing-place by the river; there she has no end of scouri...

I was walking by the road, I do n… The prone shadows with their out-s… The koels were weary of their song… I was walking by the road, I do n… The hut by the side of the water i…