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

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

Supposing I became a chanpa flowe
branch high up that tree, and shoo
danced upon the newly budded leave
You would call, “Baby, where are
myself and keep quite quiet.

The night was dark when she went a
The night is dark now, and I call
darling; the world is asleep; and
for a moment while stars are gazin
She went away when the trees were

Most of the lyrics of love and lif

O you shaggy—headed banyan tree st
have you forgotten the little chil
nested in your branches and left y
Do you not remember how he sat at
the tangle of your roots and plung

Pluck this little flower and take
droop and drop into the dust.
I may not find a place in thy garl
pain from thy hand and pluck it. I
aware, and the time of offering go

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, “

That I want thee, only thee——let
All desires that distract me, day
are false and empty to the core.
As the night keeps hidden in its g
even thus in the depth of my uncon

Ah, who was it coloured that littl
your sweet limbs with that little
You have come out in the morning t
tottering and tumbling as you run.
But who was it coloured that littl