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The New Year

Like fruit, shaken free by an impatient windfrom the veils of its motherflower, thou comest, New Year, whirling in a frantic danceamid the stampede of the wind-lashed cloudsand infuriate showers,while trampled by thy turbulenceare scattered away the faded and the…

Krishnakali

In the village they call her the dark girlbut to me she is the flower KrishnakaliOn a cloudy day in a fieldI saw the dark girl’s dark gazelle-eyes.She had no covering on her head,her loose hair had fallen on her…

Fulfilment

The overflowing bounty of thy grace comes down from the heaven to seek my soul only, wherein it can contain itself.The light that is rained from the sun and stars is fulfilled when it reaches my life.The colour is like…

From Hindi Songs of Jnanadas

1Where were your songs, my bird, when you spent your nights in the nest?Was not all your pleasure stored therein?What makes you lose your heart to the sky–the sky that is boundless?AnswerWhile I rested within bounds I was content. But…

Freedom

Freedom from fear is the freedomI claim for you my motherland!Freedom from the burden of the ages, bending your head,breaking your back, blinding your eyes to the beckoningcall of the future;Freedom from the shackles of slumber wherewithyou fasten yourself in…

The Child

1‘What of the night?’ they ask.No answer comes.For the blind Time gropes in a maze and knows not its path or purpose.The darkness in the valley stares like the dead eye-sockets of a giant, the clouds like a nightmare oppress…

The Child 10

10A ray of morning sun strikes aslant at the door.The assembled crowd feel in their blood the primaeval chant of creation: ‘Mother, open the gate!The gate opens.The mother is seated on a straw bed with the babe on her lap,…

The Child 9

9The first flush of dawn glistens on the dew-dripping leaves of the forest.The man who reads the sky cries: ‘Friends, we have come!’They stop and look around.On both sides of the road the corn is ripe to the horizon, the…

The Child 8

8‘To the pilgrimage’ calls the young, ‘to love, to power, to knowledge, to wealth overflowing,’‘We shall conquer the world and the world beyond this,’ they all cry exultant in a thundering cataract of voices, The meaning is not the same…

The Child 7

7The pilgrims are afraid.The woman begins to cry, the men in an agony of wretchedness shout at them to stop.Dogs break out barking and are cruelly whipped into silence broken by moans.The night seems endless and men and women begin…