When the heart is hard and parched… come upon me with a shower of merc… When grace is lost from life, come with a burst of song. When tumultuous work raises its di…
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…
“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.”
Reverend sir, forgive this pair of sinners. Spring winds to-day are blowing in wild eddies, driving dust and dead leaves away, For we have made truce with death for once, and only for...
Most of the lyrics of love and life, the translations of which from Bengali are published in this book, were written much earlier than the series of religious poems contained in the boo...
Pity, in place of love, That pettiest of gifts, Is but a sugar—coating over neglec… Any passerby can make a gift of it To a street beggar,
Thou hast made me endless, such is… vessel thou emptiest again and aga… This little flute of a reed thou h… and hast breathed through it melod… At the immortal touch of thy hands…
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…
My soul is alight with your infinitude of stars. Your world has broken upon me like a flood. The flowers of your garden blossom in my body. The joy of life that is everywhere b...
They clamour and fight, they doubt… to their wrangling. Let your life come amongst them li… child, unflickering and pure, and… They are cruel in their greed and…
The workman and his wife from the west country are busy digging to make bricks for the kiln. Their little daughter goes to the landing-place by the river; there she has no end of scouri...
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…
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…
I ask for a moment’s indulgence to… that I have in hand I will finish… Away from the sight of thy face my… and my work becomes an endless toi… Today the summer has come at my wi…
The sun of the first day Put the question To the new manifestation of life— Who are you? There was no answer.