Every morning this dog, very attached to me,
Quietly keeps sitting near my seat
Till touching its head... more »
Reverend sir, forgive this pair of
sinners. Spring winds to-day are
blowing in wild eddies, driving dust
and dead leaves away, and with them... more »
Why do you speak so softly, Death, Death,
Creep upon me, watch me so stealthily?
This is not how a lover should behave.... more »
I often wonder where lie hidden
the boundaries of recognition between
man and the beast whose heart knows... more »
WHEN the two sisters go to fetch water, they come to this spot and they smile.... more »
Speak to me, my love! Tell me in
words what you sang.
The night is dark. The stars are
I ...... more »
Then finish the last song and let us
Forget this night when the night is
no more.... more »
THE woodcutter's axe begged for its handle from the tree.
The tree gave it.... more »
Over the green and yellow rice-fields
sweep the shadows of the autumn
clouds followed by the swift-chasing
sun.... more »
YOUR idol is shattered in the dust
to prove that God's dust is greater than... more »
Let your work be, bride. Listen, the
guest has come.
Do you hear, he is gently shaking
the chain which fastens the door?... more »
The 'I' that floats along the wave of time,
From a distance I watch him.
With the dust and the water,... more »
The fair was on before the temple.
It had rained from the early morning
and the day came to its end.
Brighter than all the gladness of... more »
When she passed by me with quick
steps, the end of her skirt touched
From the unknown island of a... more »
I hunt for the golden stag.
You may smile, my friends, but I
pursue the vision that eludes me.
I run across hills and dales, I wander... more »
Why did he choose to come to my
door, the wandering youth, when the
As I come in and out I pass by him... more »
"What comes from your willing
hands I take. I beg for nothing
"Yes, yes, I know you, modest... more »
Free me from the bonds of your
sweetness, my love! Nor more of this
wine of kisses.
This mist of heavy incense stifles... more »
When I called you in your garden
Mango blooms were rich in fragrance -
Why did you remain so distant,
Keep your doors so tightly fastened?... more »
THEY throw their shadows before them
who carry their lantern on their back.... more »
I like to be dependent, and so for ever
with warmth and care of my mother
my father , to love, kiss and embrace
wear life happily in all their grace.... more »
Hands cling to hands and eyes linger
on eyes: thus begins the record of our
It is the moonlit night of March;... more »
At midnight the would-be ascetic
"This is the time to give up my
home and seek for God. Ah, who has... more »
You walked by the riverside path
with the full pitcher upon your hip.
Why did you swiftly turn your face
and peep at me through your fluttering... more »
Day after day he comes and goes
Go, and give him a flower from my
hair, my friend.... more »
O mad, superbly drunk;
If you kick open your doors and
play the fool in public;
If you empty your bag in a night,... more »
WE are to play the game of death to-night, my bride and I.
The night is black, the clouds in the sky are capricious, and the waves are raving at sea.... more »
To the guests that must go bid
God's speed and brush away all traces
of their steps.
Take to your bosom with a smile... more »
I spent my day on the scorching
hot dust of the road.
Now, in the cool of the evening, I
knock at the door of the inn. It is... more »
I found a few old letters of mine carefully hidden in thy box—a few small toys for thy memory to play with. With a timorous... more »
It was mid-day when you went
The sun was strong in the sky.
I had done my work and sat alone... more »
No, my friends, I shall never be an
ascetic, whatever you may say.
I shall never be and ascetic if she
does not take the vow with me.... more »
Time is endless in thy hands, my lord.
There is none to count thy minutes.
Days and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers.
Thou knowest how to wait.
Thy centuries follow each other perfecting a small wild flower.
We have no time to lose,
and having no time we must scramble for a chance.
We are too poor to be late.
And thus it is that time goes by
while I give it to every querulous man who claims it,
and thine altar is empty of all offerings to the last.
At the end of the day I hasten in fear lest thy gate be shut; ...
The time that my journey takes is long and the way of it long.
I came out on the chariot of the first gleam of light, and pursued my
voyage through the wildernesses of worlds leaving my track on many a star and planet.
It is the most distant course that comes nearest to thyself,
and that training is the most intricate which leads to the utter simplicity of a tune.
The traveler has to knock at every alien door to come to his own,