My desires are many and my cry is pitiful,
but ever didst thou save me by hard refusals;
and this strong mercy has been wrought into my life through and through.
Day by day thou art making me worthy of the simple,
great gifts that thou gavest to me unasked---this sky and the light, this body and the
life and the mind---saving me from perils of overmuch desire.
There are times when I languidly linger
and times when I awaken and hurry in search of my goal;
but cruelly thou hidest thyself from before me.
Day by day thou art making me worthy of thy full acceptance by
refusing me ever and anon, saving me from perils of weak, uncertain desire.
If I were only a little puppy, not your baby, mothe …
you say "No" to me if I tried to eat from your dish …
Would you drive me off, sayi...
Why do you speak so softly, Death, Death,
Creep upon me, watch me so stealthily?
This is not how a lover should behave.
Ah, who was it coloured that little frock, my child …
your sweet limbs with that little red tunic?
You have come out in the morning to play in...
WHEN I go alone at night to my love-tryst, birds do …
It is my own anklets that grow loud at every step a …
When I sit on my balcony and...
When the gong sounds ten in the morning and I walk …
Every day I meet the hawker crying, "Bangles, cryst
TAKE my wine in my own cup, friend.
It loses its wreath of foam
I spent my day on the scorching
hot dust of the road.
Now, in the cool of the evening, I
Over the green and yellow rice-fields
sweep the shadows of the autumn
clouds followed by the swift-chasing
"Trust love even if it brings sorrow.
Do not close up your heart."
"Ah no, my friend, your words are