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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I like to be dependent, and so for ever
my father , to love, kiss and embracewear life happily in all their grace.I like to be dependent, and so for everon my kith and kin, for they all showerharsh and warm advices, complaintsfull wondering ,true and info giants.I like to be dependent, and so for everfor my friends, chat and want me nearwith domestic,family…
Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me-
We play with the golden dawn, we play with the silver moon.’I ask, ‘But how am I to get up to you ?’They answer, ‘Come to the edge of the earth, lift up yourhands to the sky, and you will be taken up into the clouds.’‘My mother is waiting for me at home, ‘I say,…
Hands cling to hands and eyes linger
hearts.It is the moonlit night of March;the sweet smell of henna is in the air;my flute lies on the earth neglectedand your garland of flowers isunfinished.This love between you and me issimple as a song.Your veil of the saffron colourmakes my eyes drunk.The jasmine wreath that you woveme thrills to my heart like praise.It is…
Where is heaven? you ask me, my child,-the sages tell us it is
and night; it is not of the earth.But your poet knows that its eternal hunger is for time andspace, and it strives evermore to be born in the fruitful dust.Heaven is fulfilled in your sweet body, my child, in yourpalpitating heart.The sea is beating its drums in joy, the flowers are a-tiptoeto kiss you. For…
I must launch out my boat.
shore—Alas for me!The spring has done its flowering and taken leave.And now with the burden of faded futile flowers I wait and linger.The waves have become clamorous, and upon the bank in the shady lanethe yellow leaves flutter and fall.What emptiness do you gaze upon!Do you not feel a thrill passing through the airwith the…
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…
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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Day after day he comes and goes
Go, and give him a flower from myhair, my friend.If he asks who was it that sent it, Ientreat you do not tell him my name–for he only comes and goes away.He sits on the dust under the tree.Spread there a seat with flowers andleaves, my friend.His eyes are sad, and they bringsadness to my…
I hunt for the golden stag.
pursue the vision that eludes me.I run across hills and dales, I wanderthrough nameless lands, because I amhunting for the golden stag.You come and buy in the marketand go back to your homes laden withgoods, but the spell of the homelesswinds has touched me I know not whenand where.I have no care in my heart;…
The ‘I’ that floats along the wave of time,
With the dust and the water,With the fruit and the flower,With the All he is rushing forward.He is always on the surface,Tossed by the waves and dancing to the rhythmOf joy and suffering.The least loss makes him suffer,The least wound hurts him–Him I see from afar.That ‘I’ is not my real self;I am still within…
Light, my light, the world-filling light,
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…
Free me from the bonds of your
wine of kisses.This mist of heavy incense stiflesmy heart.Open the doors, make room for themorning light.I am lost in you, wrapped in thefolds of your caresses.Free me from your spells, and giveme back the manhood to offer you myfreed heart.
I plucked your flower, O world!
thorn pricked.When the day waned and itdarkened, I found that the flower hadfaded, but the pain remained.More flowers will come to you withperfume and pride, O world!But my time for flower-gatheringis over, and through the dark nightI have not my rose, only the painremains.