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

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

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

Bless this little heart, this whit
heaven for our earth.
He loves the light of the sun, he
mother’s face.
He has not learned to despise the

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

Come as you are, tarry not over yo
If your braiding has come loose, i
Come as you are, tarry not over yo
Come with quick steps over the gra
If your feet are pale with the dew

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

Ah, these jasmines, these white ja
I seem to remember the first day w
these jasmines, these white jasmin
I have loved the sunlight, the sky
I have heard the liquid murmur of

I am small because I am a little
as old as my father is.
My teacher will come and say, “It
and your books.”
I shall tell him, “ Do you not kn

She who ever had remained in the d
in the twilight of gleams and of g
she who never opened her veils in
will be my last gift to thee, my G
Words have wooed yet failed to win