I love you, beloved. Forgive me… Like a bird losing its way I am c… When my heart was shaken it lost i… If you cannot love me, beloved, fo… Do not look askance at me from afa…

None lives for ever, brother, and… Our life is not the one old burden… One sole poet has not to sing one… The flower fades and dies; but he… Brother, keep that in mind and rej…

11 SOME unseen fingers, like idle b… are playing upon my heart the musi… 12 ‘WHAT language is thine, O sea?’

Maya That I should make much of myself… thus casting colored shadows on th… ——such is thy Maya. Thou settest a barrier in thine ow…

In one salutation to thee, my God… let all my senses spread out and t… Like a rain—cloud of July hung low with its burden of unshed… let all my mind bend down at thy d…

When I go from hence let this be my parting word, that what I have seen is unsurpass… I have tasted of the hidden honey… that expands on the ocean of light…

Come as you are; do not loiter ove… If your braided hair has loosened,… Come as you are; do not loiter ove… Come, with quick steps over the gr… If the raddle come from your feet…

If you would be busy and fill your… The water will cling round your fe… The shadow of the coming rain is o… I know well the rhythm of your ste… Come, O come to my lake, if you m…

Lest I should know you too easily… You blind me with flashes of laugh… I know, I know your art. You never say the word you would. Lest I should not prize you, you…

Let only that little be left of me whereby I may name thee my all. Let only that little be left of my… whereby I may feel thee on every s… and come to thee in everything,

There is a looker—on who sits behi… things in ages and worlds beyond m… forgotten sights glisten on the gr… has seen under new veils the face… hours of many a nameless star. The…

Kasinath the new young singer fill… The seven notes dance in his throa… His voice is a sharp sword slicing… It darts like lightening —no knowi… He sets deadly traps for himself,…

Whey are those tears in your eyes,… How horrid of them to be always sc… You have stained your fingers and… is that why they call you dirty? O, fie! Would they dare to call t…