Most of the lyrics of love and lif

HAVE mercy upon your servant, my
The assembly is over and my servan
When you have finished with others
What can you expect when it is too
Make me the gardener of your flowe

“Ah, poet, the evening draws near;
“Do you in your lonely musing hear
“It is evening,” the poet said, “a
“I watch if young straying hearts
“Who is there to weave their passi

In the morning I cast my net into
I dragged up from the dark abyss t
When with the day’s burden I went
I hesitated for a moment, and then
She glanced at them and said, “Wh

Ah me, why did they build my house
They moor their laden boats near m
They come and go and wander at the
I sit and watch them; my time wear
Turn them away I cannot. And thus

I am restless. I am athirst for f
My soul goes out in a longing to t
O Great Beyond, O the keen call
I forget, I ever forget, that I h
I am eager and wakeful, I am a st

The tame bird was in a cage, the f
They met when the time came, it wa
The free bird cries, “O my love,
The cage bird whispers, “Come hit
Says the free bird, “Among bars,

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

When the lamp went out by my bed
I sat at my open window with a fre
The young traveller came along the
A pearl chain was on his neck, and
For very shame I could not say, “

When I go alone at night to my lo
It is my own anklets that grow lou
When I sit on my balcony and list
It is my own heart that beats wild
When my love comes and sits by my

Let your work be, bride. Listen,
Do you hear, he is gently shaking
See that your anklets make no loud
Let your work be, bride, the guest
No, it is not the ghostly wind, br

Come as you are; do not loiter ove
If your braided hair has loosened,
Come as you are; do not loiter ove
Come, with quick steps over the gr
If the raddle come from your feet

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

I asked nothing, only stood at the
Languor was still upon the eyes of
The lazy smell of the damp grass h
Under the banyan tree you were mil
And I was standing still.

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

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.

Hands cling to hands and eyes ling
It is the moonlit night of March;
This love between you and me is si
Your veil of the saffron colour ma
The jasmine wreath that you wove m

We both live in the same village a
The yellow bird sings in their tre
Her pair of pet lambs come to graz
If they stray into our barley fiel
The name of our village is Khanju

WHEN the two sisters go to fetch
They must be aware of somebody who
The two sisters whisper to each ot
They must have guessed the secret
Their pitchers lurch suddenly, and

You walked by the riverside path w
Why did you swiftly turn your face
That gleaming look from the dark c
It came to me like the bird of the
You are hidden as a star behind th

Day after day he comes and goes aw
Go, and give him a flower from my
If he asks who was it that sent it
He sits on the dust under the tree
Spread there a seat with flowers a

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

When she passed by me with quick s
From the unknown island of a heart
A flutter of a flitting touch brus
It fell upon my heart like a sigh

Why do you sit there and jingle yo
Fill your pitcher. It is time fo
Why do you stir the water with you
Fill your pitcher and come home.
The morning hours pass by—the dark

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

“Come to us, youth, tell us truly
“I know not what wine of wild popp
“Ah, shame!”
“Well, some are wise and some fool
“Youth, why do you stand so still

“What comes from your willing hand
“Yes, yes, I know you, modest men
“If there be a stray flower for me
"But if there be thorns?”
“I will endure them.”

“Trust love even if it brings sorr
“Ah no, my friend, your words are
“The heart is only for giving away
“Ah no, my friend, your words are
“Pleasure is frail like a dewdrop,

Your questioning eyes are sad. T
I have bared my life before your e
If it were only a gem I could bre
If it were only a flower, round an
But it is a heart, my beloved. W

Speak to me, my love! Tell me in
The night is dark. The stars are
I will let loose my hair. My blu
When your words are ended, we will
The night will pale. The day wil

You are the evening cloud floating
I paint you and fashion you ever w
You are my own, my own, Dweller i
Your feet are rosy-red with the gl
Your lips are bitter-sweet with th

My heart, the bird of the wilderne
They are the cradle of the morning
My songs are lost in their depths.
Let me but soar in that sky, in it
Let me but cleave its clouds and s

Tell me if this be all true, my lo
When these eyes flash their lightn
Is it true that my lips are sweet
Do the memories of vanished months
Does the earth, like a harp, shive

I love you, beloved. Forgive me
Like a bird losing its way I am c
When my heart was shaken it lost i
If you cannot love me, beloved, fo
Do not look askance at me from afa

Do not go, my love, without asking
I have watched all night, and now
I fear lest I lose you when I am
Do not go, my love, without asking
I start up and stretch my hands 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

He whispered, “My love, raise you
I sharply chid him, and said “Go!
He stood before me and held both m
He brought his face near my ear.
His lips touched my cheek. I tre

Would you put your wreath of fresh
But you must know that the one wre
It is too late to ask my heart in
There was a time when my life was
Now it is squandered far and wide.

My love, once upon a time your poe
Alas, I was not careful, and it s
It broke up into scraps of songs a
All my cargo of the stories of old
You must make this loss good to me

I try to weave a wreath all the mo
You sit there watching me in secre
Ask those eyes, darkly planning mi
I try to sing a song, but in vain.
A hidden smile trembles on your li

An unbelieving smile flits on your
I have done it so often that you t
To tell you the truth I have the
For the spring days come again tim
But keep the illusion awhile; do n

I long to speak the deepest words
That is why I laugh at myself and
I make light of my pain, afraid yo
I long to tell you the truest word
That is why I disguise them in un

O mad, superbly drunk;
If you kick open your doors and pl
If you empty your bag in a night,
If you walk in curious paths and p
Reck not rhyme or reason;

No, my friends, I shall never be
I shall never be an ascetic if she
It is my firm resolve that if I c
No, my friends, I shall never lea
I shall never be an ascetic.

Reverend sir, forgive this pair of
are blowing in wild eddies, drivin
and with them your lessons are all
Do not say, father, that life is a
For we have made truce with death

To the guests that must go bid Go
Take to your bosom with a smile wh
To-day is the festival of phantoms
Let your laughter be but a meaning
Let your life lightly dance on the

You left me and went on your way.
I thought I should mourn for you
But ah, my evil fortune, time is s
Youth wanes year after year; the s
Should I neglect all this to gaze

If you would have it so, I will e
If it sets your heart aflutter, I
If it suddenly startles you in you
If it confuses you in your flower-
If it makes the water wanton and w

Free me from the bonds of your swe
This mist of heavy incense stifles
Open the doors, make room for the
I am lost in you, wrapped in the f
Free me from your spells, and give

I hold her hands and press her to
I try to fill my arms with her lov
Ah, but, where is it? Who can st
I try to grasp the beauty, it elud
Baffled and weary I come back.

Love, my heart longs day and night
Sweep me away like a storm; take e
In that devastation, in the utter
Alas for my vain desire! Where i

Then finish the last song and let
Forget this night when the night i
Whom do I try to clasp in my arms
My eager hands press emptiness to

Why did the lamp go out?
I shaded it with my cloak to save
Why did the flower fade?
I pressed it to my heart with anxi
Why did the stream dry up?

Why do you put me to shame with a
I have not come as a beggar.
Only for a passing hour I stood a
Why do you put me to shame with a
Not a rose did I gather from your

Where do you hurry with your baske
They all have come home with their
The echoes of the voices calling f
Where do you hurry with your baske
Sleep has laid her fingers upon th

It was mid-day when you went away.
The sun was strong in the sky.
I had done my work and sat alone o
Fitful gusts came winnowing throug
The doves cooed tireless in the sh

I was one among many women busy wi
Why did you single me out and brin
Love unexpressed in sacred. It s
Ah, you broke through the cover of
The other women are the same as ev

I plucked your flower, O world!
I pressed it to my heart and the t
When the day waned and it darkened
More flowers will come to you with
But my time for flower-gathering i

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

O woman, you are not merely the ha
Poets are weaving for you a web wi
The sea gives its pearls, the mine
The desire of men's hearts has she
You are one half woman and one hal

Amidst the rush and roar of life,
Great Time sits enamoured at your
“Speak, speak to me, my love; spea
But your speech is shut up in ston

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

In the dusky path of a dream I we
Her house stood at the end of a de
In the evening breeze her pet peac
She set her lamp down by the porta
She raised her large eyes to my fa

Traveller, must you go?
The night is still and the darknes
The lamps are bright in our balcon
Is the time for your parting come?
Traveller, must you go?

I spent my day on the scorching ho
Now, in the cool of the evening,
A grim ashath tree spreads its hun
Days have been when wayfarers came
They spread their mats in the cour

Is that your call again?
The evening has come. Weariness
Do you call me?
I had given all my day to you, cru
Somewhere there is an end to every

A wandering madman was seeking the
Before him the endless ocean roare
The garrulous waves ceaselessly ta
Maybe he now had no hope remaining
Just as the ocean for ever lifts i

Though the evening comes with slow
Though your companions have gone t
Though fear broods in the dark and
Yet, bird, O my bird, listen to m
That is not the gloom of the leave

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

I hunt for the golden stag.
You may smile, my friends, but I
I run across hills and dales, I w
You come and buy in the market and
I have no care in my heart; all my

I remember a day in my childhood
It was a wet day of July; I was a
I floated my paper boat in the dit
Suddenly the storm clouds thickene
Rills of muddy water rushed and sw

The day is not yet done, the fair
I had feared that my time had been
But no, my brother, I have still
The selling and buying are over.
All the dues on both sides have be

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

Infinite wealth is not yours, my p
You toil to fill the mouths of you
The gift of gladness that you have
The toys that you make for your ch
You cannot satisfy all our hungry

In the world’s audience hall, the
Thus my songs share their seats in
But, you man of riches, your wealt
The blessing of all-embracing sky
And when death appears, it pales a

At midnight the would-be ascetic a
“This is the time to give up my ho
God whispered, “I,” but the ears
With a baby asleep at her breast l
The man said, “Who are ye that ha

The fair was on before the temple.
Brighter than all the gladness of
The shrill joy of that whistle flo
An endless throng of people came a
Greater than all the troubles of t

The workman and his wife from the
Their little daughter goes to the
Her little brother, with shaven he
She goes back home with the full p
One day I saw this naked boy sitt

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

I often wonder where lie hidden th
Through what primal paradise in a
Those marks of their constant trea
Yet suddenly in some wordless musi
It seems that the two friends meet

With a glance of your eyes you cou
But for their praises you have no
You could humble at your feet the
But it is your loved ones, unknown
The perfection of your arms would

Why do you whisper so faintly in m
When the flowers droop in the even
Is this how you must woo and win m
Will there be no proud ceremony fo
Will you not tie up with a wreath

We are to play the game of death t
The night is black, the clouds in
We have left our bed of dreams, fl
We sit upon a swing, and the storm
My bride starts up with fear and d

She dwelt on the hillside by the e
One evening the stranger came down
Next morning when the women came t
In the month of May the sun grew
It was a summer night; the breeze

Over the green and yellow rice-fie
The bees forget to sip their honey
The ducks in the islands of the ri
Let none go back home, brothers, t
Let us take the blue sky by storm

Who are you, reader, reading my po
I cannot send you one single flowe
Open your doors and look abroad.
From your blossoming garden gather
In the joy of your heart may you f