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I came out alone on my way to my tryst.But who is this that follows me in the silent dark? I move aside to avoid his presence but I escape him not. He makes the dust rise from the earth…
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held highWhere knowledge is freeWhere the world has not been broken up into fragmentsBy narrow domestic wallsWhere words come out from the depth of truthWhere tireless striving stretches its arms…
This is my delight,thus to wait and watch at the waysidewhere shadow chases lightand the rain comes in the wake of the summer. Messengers, with tidings from unknown skies,greet me and speed along the road.My heart is glad within,and the…
When the two sisters go to fetch water, they come to this spot and they smile. They must be aware of somebody who stands behind the trees whenever they go to fetch water. The two sisters whisper to each other…
When I go alone at night to my love-tryst, birds do not sing, the wind does not stir, the houses on both sides of the street stand silent. It is my own anklets that grow loud at every step and…
If the day is done,if birds sing no more,if the wind has flagged tired,then draw the veil of darkness thick upon me,even as thou hast wrapt the earth with the coverlet of sleepand tenderly closed the petals of the drooping…
When I bring you coloured toys, my child, I understand why there is such a play of colours on clouds, on water, and why flowers are painted in tints—when I give coloured toys to you, my child. When I sing…
We are to play the game of death to-night, my bride and I. The night is black, the clouds in the sky are capricious, and the waves are raving at sea. We have left our bed of dreams, flung open…
My dearest friend, for your trystYou have chosen this stormy nightThe sky is hopelessly cryingI have no sleep in my eyesOpening my doorAgain and again I am looking outsideI see nothingMy mind is full of worriesWhere runs your wayIs it…
The song I came to singremains unsung to this day.I have spent my days in stringingand in unstringing my instrument. The time has not come true,the words have not been rightly set;only there is the agonyof wishing in my heart…..…