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I paced alone on the road across the field while the sunset washiding its last gold like a miser. The daylight sank deeper and deeper into the darkness, and thewidowed land, whose harvest had been reaped, lay silent. Suddenly a…
Just suppose for once—I was travelling with my motherIn a foreign landAnd going to a far away place.Mother, you were in a palanquinWith its doors slightly ajarAnd I was cantering alongOn a chestnut horseRaising clouds of dust. When in the…
Mother, let us imagine we are travelling, and passing through astrange and dangerous country. You are riding in a palanquin and I am trotting by you on ared horse. It is evening and the sun goes down. The waste of…
Clouds rumbling in the sky; teeming rain.I sit on the river bank, sad and alone.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,…
I want to give you something, my child, for we are drifting in thestream of the world. Our lives will be carried apart, and our love forgotten. But I am not so foolish as to hope that I could buy…
My love, once upon a time your poetlaunched a great epic in his mind. Alas, I was not careful, and it struckyour ringing anklets and came togrief. It broke up into scraps of songs andlay scattered at your feet. All…
Do not go, my love, without askingmy leave. I have watched all night, and nowmy eyes are heavy with sleep. I fear lest I lose you when I’msleeping. Do not go, my love, without askingmy leave. I start up and…
Your questioning eyes are sad. They seek to know mymeaning as the moon would fathom the sea.I have bared my life before your eyes from end to end,with nothing hidden or held back. That is why you knowme not.If it…
“Trust love even if it brings sorrow.Do not close up your heart.” “Ah no, my friend, your words aredark, I cannot understand them.” “Pleasure is frail like a dewdrop,while it laughs it dies. But sorrow isstrong and abiding. Let sorrowfullove…
“What comes from your willinghands I take. I beg for nothingmore.” “Yes, yes, I know you, modestmendicant, you ask for all that onehas.” “If there be a stray flower for meI will wear it in my heart.” “But if there…