Are you a mere picture, and not as… this dust? They throb with the pul… immensely aloof in your stillness,… The day was when you walked with m… limbs singing of life. My world fo…

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 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,

VIII 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.

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…

81 WHAT is this unseen flame of dar… whose sparks are the stars? 82 LET life be beautiful like summer…

No more noisy, loud words from me—… Henceforth I deal in whispers. The speech of my heart will be car… Men hasten to the King’s market.… But I have my untimely leave in t…

It is time for me to go, mother;… When in the paling darkness of the… your arms for your baby in the bed… here!”—mother, I am going. I shall become a delicate draught…

This song of mine will wind its mu… This song of mine will touch your… When you are alone it will sit by… My song will be like a pair of win… It will be like the faithful star…

Man goes into the noisy crowd to drown his own clamour of silenc… Man is immortal; therefore he must… For life is a creative idea; it can only find itself in changin…

Tulsidas, the poet, was wandering,… He found a woman sitting at the fe… She rose as she saw him, bowed to… “Why such hurry, my daughter?” ask… “For heaven I do not long,” said…

When I give up the helm I know that the time has come for… What there is to do will be instan… Vain is this struggle. Then take away your hands