Leave all thy burdens on his hands who can bear all,
and never look behind in regret.
Thy desire at once puts out the light from the lamp it touches with its breath.
It is unholy—take not thy gifts through its unclean hands.
Accept only what is offered by sacred love.
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She dwelt here by the pool with its landing-stairs in ruins. Many
bamboo leaves, and on many a rainy day the smell of the wet earthhad come to her over the young shoots of rice.Her pet name is known here among those date-palm groves andin the courtyards where girls sit and talk while stitching theirwinter quilts. The water in this pool keeps in its depth the memoryof…
The night was dark when she went away, and the slept.
darling; the world is asleep; and no one would know, if you camefor a moment while stars are gazing at stars.’She went away when the trees were in bud and the spring wasyoung.Now the flowers are in high bloom and I call, ‘Come back, mydarling. The children gather and scatter flowers in reckless sport.And if…
Life of my life, I shall ever try to keep my body pure, knowing
I shall ever try to keep all untruths out from my thoughts, knowingthat thou art that truth which has kindled the light of reason in my mind.I shall ever try to drive all evils away from my heart and keep mylove in flower, knowing that thou hast thy seat in the inmost shrine of my…
This is my prayer to thee, my lord—strike,
Give me the strength lightly to bear my joys and sorrows.Give me the strength to make my love fruitful in service.Give me the strength never to disown the poor or bend my knees before insolent might.Give me the strength to raise my mind high above daily trifles.And give me the strength to surrender my strength…
I wish I could take a quiet corner in the heart of my baby’s very
I know it has stars that talk to him, and a sky that stoopsdown to his face to amuse him with its silly clouds and rainbows.Those who make believe to be dumb, and look as if they nevercould move, come creeping to his window with their stories and withtrays crowded with bright toys.I wish I…
I came out alone on my way to my tryst.
I move aside to avoid his presence but I escape him not.He makes the dust rise from the earth with his swagger;he adds his loud voice to every word that I utter.He is my own little self, my lord, he knows no shame;but I am ashamed to come to thy door in his company.
Leave all thy burdens on his hands who can bear all,
and never look behind in regret.
Thy desire at once puts out the light from the lamp it touches with its breath.
It is unholy—take not thy gifts through its unclean hands.
Accept only what is offered by sacred love.
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Clouds rumbling in the sky; teeming rain.
The sheaves lie gathered, harvest has ended,The river is swollen and fierce in its flow.As we cut the paddy it started to rain.One small paddy-field, no one but me –Flood-waters twisting and swirling everywhere.Trees on the far bank; smear shadows like inkOn a village painted on deep morning grey.On this side a paddy-field, no one…
I shall gladly suffer the pride of culture to die out in my house,
forest.The herd-boy who grazes his cattle sitting under the banyantree, and idly weaves gunja flowers into garlands, who loves tosplash and plunge in the Jamuna’s cool deep stream.He calls his companions to wake up when morning dawns, and allthe houses in the lane hum with the sound of the churn, clouds ofdust are raised by…
Why did he choose to come to my
day dawned?As I come in and out I pass by himevery time, and my eyes are caught byhis face.I know not if I should speak to himor keep silent. Why did he choose tocome to my door?The cloudy nights in July are dark;the sky is soft blue in the autumn; thespring days are restless with…
Love adorns itself;
Love does not claim possession,but gives freedom.Love is an endless mystery,for it has nothing else to explain it.Love’s gift cannot be given,it waits to be accepted.
Tired of waiting, you burst your bonds, impatient flowers, before
wayside watch, and you rushed out running and panting, impulsivejasmines, troops of riotous roses.You were the first to march to the breach of death, yourclamour of colour and perfume troubled the air. You laughed andpressed and pushed each other, bared your breast and dropped inheaps.The Summer will come in its time, sailing in the flood-tideof…
O thou the last fulfilment of life,
Day after day I have kept watch for thee;for thee have I borne the joys and pangs of life.All that I am, that I have, that I hope and all my lovehave ever flowed towards thee in depth of secrecy.One final glance from thine eyesand my life will be ever thine own.The flowers have been…