No more sailing from harbor to harbor with this my weather-beaten boat.
The days are long passed when my sport was to be tossed on waves.
And now I am eager to die into the deathless.
Into the audience hall by the fathomless abyss
where swells up the music of toneless strings
I shall take this harp of my life.
I shall tune it to the notes of forever,
and when it has sobbed out its last utterance,
lay down my silent harp at the feet of the silent.
Time is a wealth of change,but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Timelike dew on the tip of a leaf.
His voice is a sharp sword slicing and thrusting everywhere,It darts like lightening – no knowing where it will go when.He sets deadly traps for himself, then cuts them away:The courtiers listen in amazement, give frequent gasps of praise.Only the old king Pratap Ray sits like wood, unmoved.Haraj Lal is the only singer he likes,…
fashioned by the traders in words. Tired I shut the book andsnuffed the candle. In a moment the room was flooded withmoonlight.Spirit of Beauty, how could you, whose radiance overbrims thesky, stand hidden behind a candle’s tiny flame? How could a fewvain words from a book rise like a mist, and veil her whose voicehas…
Open thine eyes and see thy God is not before thee!He is there where the tiller is tilling the hard groundand where the pathmaker is breaking stones.He is with them in sun and in shower,and his garment is covered with dust.Put off thy holy mantle and even like him come down on the dusty soil!Deliverance?Where…
heart-sweetening light!Ah, the light dances, my darling, at the center of my life;the light strikes, my darling, the chords of my love;the sky opens, the wind runs wild, laughter passes over the earth.The butterflies spread their sails on the sea of light.Lilies and jasmines surge up on the crest of the waves of light.The light…
play the fool in public;If you empty your bag in a night,and snap your fingers at prudence;If you walk in curious paths andplay with useless things;Reck not rhyme or reason;If unfurling your sails before thestorm you snap the rudder in two,Then I will follow you, comrade,and be drunken and go to the dogs.I have wasted…
