The song I came to sing remains unsung to this day
I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument
The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; only there is the agony of wishing in my heart…
I...
O you shaggy-headed banyan tree standing on the bank of the pond,have you forgotten the little child, like the birds that have nested in your branches and left you
Do you not remember how he sat at the window and wondered at the tangle of you...
I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side
The works that 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 toil in a shoreless sea of toil<...
Hands cling to hands and eyes lingeron eyes: thus begins the record of ourhearts
It is the moonlit night of March;the sweet smell of henna is in the air;my flute lies on the earth neglected and your garland of flowers isunfinished
This l...
Day by day I float my paper boats one by one down the runningstream
In big black letters I write my name on them and the name ofthe village where I live
I hope that someone in some strange land will find them andknow who I am
I load...
Life of my life,
I shall ever try to keep my body pure, knowing that thy living touch is upon all my limbs
I shall ever try to keep all untruths out from my thoughts, knowing that thou art that truth which has kindled the light of reason...
The night is black and the forest has no end;a million people thread it in a million ways
We have trysts to keep in the darkness, but whereor with whom - of that we are unaware
But we have this faith - that a lifetime's blisswill appear ...
This song of mine will wind its music around you, my child, likethe fond arms of love
This song of mine will touch your forehead like a kiss ofblessing
When you are alone it will sit by your side and whisper inyour ear, when you are in t...
Leave this chanting and singing and telling of beads
Whom dost thou worship in this lonely dark corner of a temple with doors all shut
Open thine eyes and see thy God is not before thee
He is there where the tiller is tilling the ha...
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 boy's shril...
I wonder if I know
In whose speech is my voice,
In whose movement is my being,
Whose skill is in my lines,
Let only that little be left of me whereby I may name thee my all
Let only that little be left of my will whereby I may feel thee on every side, and come to thee in everything, and offer to thee my love every moment
Let only that little ...