My desires are many and my cry is pitiful,
but ever didst thou save me by hard refusals;
and this strong mercy has been wrought into my life through and through.
Day by day thou art making me worthy of the simple,
great gifts that thou gavest to me unasked---this sky and the light, this body and the
life and the mind---saving me from perils of overmuch desire.
There are times when I languidly linger
and times when I awaken and hurry in search of my goal;
but cruelly thou hidest thyself from before me.
Day by day thou art making me worthy of thy full acceptance by
refusing me ever and anon, saving me from perils of weak, uncertain desire.
She who ever had remained in the depth of my being, …
in the twilight of gleams and of glimpses;
she who never opened her veils in the morning...
If I were only a little puppy, not your baby, mothe …
you say "No" to me if I tried to eat from your dish …
Would you drive me off, sayi...
I spent my day on the scorching
hot dust of the road.
Now, in the cool of the evening, I
TAKE my wine in my own cup, friend.
It loses its wreath of foam
Why do you speak so softly, Death, Death,
Creep upon me, watch me so stealthily?
This is not how a lover should behave.
Who stole sleep from baby's eyes? I must know.
Clasping her pitcher to her waist mother went to fe …
from the village near by.
WHEN I go alone at night to my love-tryst, birds do …
It is my own anklets that grow loud at every step a …
When I sit on my balcony and...
This is my delight,
thus to wait and watch at the wayside
where shadow chases light
Ah, who was it coloured that little frock, my child …
your sweet limbs with that little red tunic?
You have come out in the morning to play in...