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I have made You the polar star of myexistence; never again can I lose my way in thevoyage of life. Wherever I go, You are always there toshower your benefience all around me. Your faceis ever present before my mind’s…
On this misty overclouded rainy dayEvading allLike silent nightIn stealthy steps you have come.The morning has closed its eyesThe wind is hopelessly sighingAnd the blue naked skyIs overcast with endless cloudsIn the woodland the birds do not singIn every home…
I like to be dependent, and so for everwith warmth and care of my mothermy 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,…
I ask for a moment’s indulgence to sit by thy side. The worksthat I have in hand I will finish afterwards. Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite,and my work becomes an endless…
I have been traveling longMy way is also longWhen I had first started it was early dawn.From planet to planet, from star to starI have left my footprints along a winding pathThrough so many hills and dalesThrough so many lands.To…
That I should make much of myself and turn it on all sides,thus casting colored shadows on thy radiance—-such is thy Maya. Thou settest a barrier in thine own beingand then callest thy severed self in myriad notes.This thy self-separation…
Why do you speak so softly, Death, Death,Creep upon me, watch me so stealthily?This is not how a lover should behave.When evening flowers droop upon their tiredStems, when cattle are brought in from the fieldsAfter a whole day’s grazing, you,…
There is a looker-on who sits behind my eyes. It seems he has seenthings in ages and worlds beyond memory’s shore, and thoseforgotten sights glisten on the grass and shiver on the leaves. Hehas seen under new veils the face…
I dreamt that she sat by my head, tenderly ruffling my hair withher fingers, playing the melody of her touch. I looked at her faceand struggled with my tears, till the agony of unspoken words burstmy sleep like a bubble.…
I shall gladly suffer the pride of culture to die out in my house,if only in some happy future I am born a herd-boy in the Brindaforest. The herd-boy who grazes his cattle sitting under the banyantree, and idly weaves…