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It was mid-day when you wentaway . The sun was strong in the sky. I had done my work and sat aloneon my balcony when you went away. Fitful gusts came winnowingthrough the smells of may distantfields. The doves cooed…
O woman, you are not merely thehandiwork of God, but also of men;these are ever endowing you withbeauty from their hearts.Poets are weaving for you a webwith threads of golden imagery;painters are giving your form evernew immortality.The sea gives its…
Then finish the last song and let usleave. Forget this night when the night isno more. Whom do I try to clasp in myarms? Dreams can never be made captive. My eager hands press emptiness tomy heart and it bruises…
When I go alone at night to mylove-tryst, birds do not sing, the winddoes not stir, the houses on both sidesof the street stand silent. It is my own anklets that grow loudat every step and I am ashamed. When…
Ah me, why did they build myhouse by the road to the markettown? They moor their laden boats nearmy trees. They come and go and wander attheir will. I sit and watch them; my timewears on. …
I long to go over there to the further bank of the river. Where those boats are tied to the bamboo poles in a line; Where men cross over in their boats in the morning withploughs on their shoulders to…
When storm-clouds rumble in the sky and June showers come down. The moist east wind comes marching over the heath to blow itsbagpipes among the bamboos. Then crowds of flowers come out of a sudden, from nobody knowswhere, and dance…
Ah, these jasmines, these white jasmines! I seem to remember the first day when I filled my hands withthese jasmines, these white jasmines. I have loved the sunlight, the sky and the green earth; I have heard the liquid murmur…
It is time for me to go, mother; I am going. When in the paling darkness of the lonely dawn you stretch outyour arms for your baby in the bed, I shall say, “Baby is nothere!”-mother, I am going. I…
They clamour and fight, they doubt and despair, they know no endto their wrangling. Let your life come amongst them like a flame of light, mychild, unflickering and pure, and delight them into silence.They are cruel in their greed…