The Gardener: 1 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 1
The Gardener: 2 “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 1
The Gardener: 3 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
The Gardener: 4 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
The Gardener: 5 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 Gardener: 6 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,
The Gardener: 7 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 1
The Gardener: 8 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, “
The Gardener: 9 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
The Gardener: 10 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
The Gardener: 11 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
The Gardener: 12 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 Gardener: 13 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.
The Gardener: 14 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
The Gardener: 15 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.
The Gardener: 16 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
The Gardener: 17 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
The Gardener: 18 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
The Gardener: 19 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
The Gardener: 20 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
The Gardener: 21 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
The Gardener: 22 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
The Gardener: 23 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 1
The Gardener: 24 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 2
The Gardener: 25 “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
The Gardener: 26 “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.”
The Gardener: 27 “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,
The Gardener: 28 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
The Gardener: 29 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 1
The Gardener: 30 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 1
The Gardener: 31 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
The Gardener: 32 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
The Gardener: 33 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
The Gardener: 34 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
The Gardener: 35 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 1
The Gardener: 36 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
The Gardener: 37 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.
The Gardener: 38 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
The Gardener: 39 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
The Gardener: 40 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
The Gardener: 41 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
The Gardener: 42 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;
The Gardener: 43 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. 1
The Gardener: 44 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
The Gardener: 45 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
The Gardener: 46 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
The Gardener: 47 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
The Gardener: 48 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
The Gardener: 49 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.
The Gardener: 50 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
The Gardener: 51 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
The Gardener: 52 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?
The Gardener: 53 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
The Gardener: 54 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
The Gardener: 55 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
The Gardener: 56 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
The Gardener: 57 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 1
The Gardener: 58 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
The Gardener: 59 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
The Gardener: 60 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 1
The Gardener: 61 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 1
The Gardener: 62 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
The Gardener: 63 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?
The Gardener: 64 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
The Gardener: 65 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
The Gardener: 66 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
The Gardener: 67 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
The Gardener: 68 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 1
The Gardener: 69 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
The Gardener: 70 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 Gardener: 71 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
The Gardener: 72 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
The Gardener: 73 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
The Gardener: 74 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
The Gardener: 75 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 Gardener: 76 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 Gardener: 77 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
The Gardener: 78 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
The Gardener: 79 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 1
The Gardener: 80 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
The Gardener: 81 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
The Gardener: 82 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
The Gardener: 83 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
The Gardener: 84 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
The Gardener: 85 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