This is my prayer to thee, my lord
strike at the root of penury in my
Give me the strength lightly to be
Give me the strength to make my lo
Give me the strength never to diso

I long to go over there to the fur
Where those boats are tied to the
Where men cross over in their boat
ploughs on their shoulders to till
Where the cowherds make their lowi

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

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?

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

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

Day by day I float my paper boats
In bid black letters I write my n
I hope that someone in some strang
I load my little boats with shiuli
I launch my paper boats and look u

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

I shall gladly suffer the pride of
if only in some happy future I am
forest.
The herd—boy who grazes his cattle
tree, and idly weaves gunja flower

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