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501 Text, 22 | love, my friend? The sky groans like one in despair. ~I
502 Text, 26 | on my sight, and my heart gropes for the path to where the
503 Text, 10 | tiller is tilling the hard ground and where the pathmaker
504 Text, 4 | the court of the flowering grove. ~Now it is time to sit
505 Text, 18 | flowers in all my forest groves. ~
506 Text, 78 | this world and my hands grow full with the daily profits,
507 Intro, 2 | hereditary, a mystery that was growing through the centuries like
508 Text, 100| horizon of my heart. They guided me all the day long to the
509 Text, 16 | late and why I have been guilty of such omissions. ~They
510 Text, 71 | in many a name, in many a guise, in many a rapture of joy
511 Intro, 1 | this love of God a magic gulf wherein their own more bitter
512 Text, 101| lasting songs. The secret gushes out from my heart. They
513 Text, 34 | dreary desert sand of dead habit; ~Where the mind is led
514 Text, 51 | not---the rose wreath thou hadst on thy neck. Thus I waited
515 Intro | veil of obvious comedy and half-serious depreciation. When we were
516 Text, 74 | hastens through fields and hamlets; yet its incessant stream
517 Text, 7 | pleasure in his play; his dress hampers him at every step. ~In fear
518 Text, 86 | can vanish---no hope, no happiness, no vision of a face seen
519 Text, 43 | know that of a sudden the happy moment will arrive when
520 Intro, 1 | known that we loved God, hardly it may be that we believed
521 Text, 10 | flowers and incense! What harm is there if thy clothes
522 Text, 64 | listen to thine own eternal harmony? ~Thy world is weaving words
523 Text, 1 | life melts into one sweet harmony---and my adoration spreads
524 Text, 1 | to my eyes. ~All that is harsh and dissonant in my life
525 Intro, 1 | soul seems one, forsake it harshly and rudely? What have we
526 Text, 74 | everyday work to do and hastens through fields and hamlets;
527 Text, 27 | shroud of dust and death; I hate it, yet hug it in love. ~
528 Text, 81 | have no time to lose, and having no time we must scramble
529 Text, 47 | vanished in the distant blue haze. They crossed many meadows
530 Text, 7 | keeps one shut off from the healthful dust of the earth, if it
531 Intro | good, we would not find hearers and readers. Four-fifths
532 Text, 72 | The delights of sight and hearing and touch will bear thy
533 Intro | never know of it except by hearsay.' He answered, 'We have
534 Text, 58 | thy love, O beloved of my heart---this golden light that
535 Text, 56 | the eye-kissing light, heart-sweetening light! ~Ah, the light dances,
536 Text, 50 | pressed our hands on our hearts and shuddered with fear.
537 Text, 91 | rise as before, and hours heave like sea waves casting up
538 Text, 98 | When I give up the helm I know that the time has
539 Text, 84 | arms? ~They looked poor and helpless, and the arrows were showered
540 | hence
541 Text, 88 | such is my master's will. Henceforth I deal in whispers. The
542 Text, 66 | lonely meadows deserted by herds, through trackless paths,
543 Text, 47 | countries. All honour to you, heroic host of the interminable
544 Text, 84 | master's hall, where had they hid their power? Where were
545 Text, 13 | my goal; but cruelly thou hidest thyself from before me. ~
546 Intro, 1 | travellers will hum them on the highway and men rowing upon the
547 Text, 46 | friends, leave the way open to him---forbid him not. ~If the
548 Text, 39 | soft cloud, not the vaguest hint of a distant cool shower. ~
549 Text, 63 | Maiden, what is your quest, holding the lamp near your heart?
550 Text, 28 | dust and sand lest a least hole should be left in this name;
551 Text, 97 | sob out in music like a hollow reed, and the stone will
552 Intro, 1 | bride awaiting the master's home-coming in the empty house, are
553 Text, 102| to thee. ~Like a flock of homesick cranes flying night and
554 Text, 99 | depth of the ocean of forms, hoping to gain the perfect pearl
555 Text, 47 | All honour to you, heroic host of the interminable path!
556 Text, 47 | danced and whirled in the hot air of noon. The shepherd
557 | however
558 Text, 30 | worked at the chain with huge fires and cruel hard strokes.
559 Text, 47 | lost in the depth of a glad humiliation---in the shadow of a dim
560 Text, 102| Like a rain-cloud of July hung low with its burden of unshed
561 Text, 87 | to the ruined temple with hunger in his heart. ~Many a festival
562 Text, 47 | held their heads high and hurried on; they never looked back
563 Text, 13 | times when I awaken and hurry in search of my goal; but
564 Text, 75 | and with struggle, among hurrying crowds shall I stand before
565 Text, 51 | it, frail as I am, and it hurts me when press it to my bosom.
566 Text, 21 | sky. ~The woodlands have hushed their songs, and doors are
567 Intro | inspiration of mankind are in his hymns. He is the first among our
568 Text, 72 | illusions will burn into illumination of joy, and all my desires
569 Text, 2 | The light of thy music illumines the world. The life breath
570 Text, 72 | thy delight. ~Yes, all my illusions will burn into illumination
571 Intro | know how to keep a family illustrious. The other day the curator
572 Intro, 1 | because we have met our own image, as though we had walked
573 Intro, 1 | been taken up into this imagination; and yet we are not moved
574 Text, 80 | sleeping on my idle bed and imagined all work had ceased. In
575 Intro, 1 | people, a whole civilization, immeasurably strange to us, seems to
576 Text, 46 | let my return to myself be immediate return to him. ~
577 Text | melodies eternally new. ~At the immortal touch of thy hands my little
578 Intro | one said to me, 'he sits immovable in contemplation, and for
579 Intro | the streets were all but impassable because of the people.' ~
580 Text, 74 | thee. ~Thy worship does not impoverish the world. ~From the words
581 Intro | does not sooner or later impress itself upon physical things.
582 Text, 10 | leave aside thy flowers and incense! What harm is there if thy
583 Text, 74 | fields and hamlets; yet its incessant stream winds towards the
584 Intro | are sung from the west of India into Burma wherever Bengali
585 Intro, 1 | who turn the pages with indolent hands that they may sigh
586 Text, 4 | I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The
587 Text | gives birth to utterance ineffable. ~Thy infinite gifts come
588 Text, 22 | By what dim shore of the ink-black river, by what far edge
589 Text, 3 | thou hast thy seat in the inmost shrine of my heart. ~And
590 Intro, 2 | useless inconsequence.' An innocence, a simplicity that one does
591 Text, 94 | in this world, that the inscrutable without name and form had
592 Intro | Middle Ages, and they often insert passages telling the people
593 Intro, 1 | emotion that created this insidious sweetness. 'Entering my
594 Text, 21 | its eyes, heedless of the insistent calls of the loud east wind,
595 Text, 35 | or bend my knees before insolent might. ~Give me the strength
596 Intro | and philosophical; all the inspiration of mankind are in his hymns.
597 Text, 98 | What there is to do will be instantly done. Vain is this struggle. ~
598 Intro | believe in the moral or intellectual beauty which does not sooner
599 Intro, 1 | it were, into a greater intensity of the mood of the painter,
600 Text, 47 | you, heroic host of the interminable path! Mockery and reproach
601 Text, 11 | that training is the most intricate which leads to the utter
602 Intro | INTRODUCTION ~A few days ago I said to
603 Intro, 1 | delicacies of colour, of metrical invention---display in their thought
604 Text, 30 | carefully. I thought my invincible power would hold the world
605 Text, 15 | I have had my invitation to this world's festival,
606 Text, 78 | ever feel that I have not invited thee to my house---let me
607 Text, 37 | thy love and still its cry is---'I want thee, only thee'. ~
608 Text, 53 | and poured water from my jar on thy joined palms. The
609 Text, 56 | sea of light. Lilies and jasmines surge up on the crest of
610 Text, 49 | me?' ~Ah, what a kingly jest was it to open thy palm
611 Text, 7 | prince's robes and who has jewelled chains round his neck loses
612 Text, 52 | wrought in myriad-coloured jewels. But more beautiful to me
613 Text, 6 | between thee and me; their jingling would drown thy whispers. ~
614 Intro, 1 | furthest from 'a Kempis or John of the Cross, that cries, '
615 Text, 53 | water from my jar on thy joined palms. The leaves rustled
616 Text, 61 | secretly filled with sweet juice---when I bring sweet things
617 Intro, 2 | in some general design, just as we fight and make money
618 Text, 39 | pervading silent heat, still and keen and cruel, burning the heart
619 Intro, 1 | when it is furthest from 'a Kempis or John of the Cross, that
620 Text, 90 | me! Day after day I have kept watch for thee; for thee
621 Text, 3 | art that truth which has kindled the light of reason in my
622 Text, 23 | flower under the cover of thy kindly night. ~
623 Text, 49 | give to me?' ~Ah, what a kingly jest was it to open thy
624 Text, 65 | alone and apart. ~many a man knocked at my door and asked for
625 Text, 81 | fade like flowers. Thou knowest how to wait. ~Thy centuries
626 Text, 34 | head is held high; ~Where knowledge is free; ~Where the world
627 Text, 75 | thee face to face. ~In this laborious world of thine, tumultuous
628 Intro, 1 | well-printed books upon ladies' tables, who turn the pages
629 Text, 42 | signature, I find they have lain scattered in the dust mixed
630 Intro, 1 | dwell upon the beauty of the lakes of Switzerland, or with
631 Intro | because of the beauty of the landscape, and the rowers waited for
632 Intro | beautiful love poetry in our language'; and then he said with
633 Text, 20 | launch out my boat. The languid hours pass by on the shore---
634 Text, 54 | Languor is upon your heart and the
635 Text, 27 | it in love. ~My debts are large, my failures great, my shame
636 Intro | in English---it was the largest in Calcutta and not only
637 Text, 39 | it is thy wish, and with lashes of lightning startle the
638 Text, 101| put my tales of you into lasting songs. The secret gushes
639 | later
640 Text, 20 | I must launch out my boat. The languid
641 Text, 16 | omissions. ~They come with their laws and their codes to bind
642 Text, 88 | midday bees strike up their lazy hum. ~Full many an hour
643 Text, 62 | in others, wherever thou leadest me it is thou, the same,
644 Text, 11 | the most intricate which leads to the utter simplicity
645 Intro, 1 | centuries, gathering from learned and unlearned metaphor and
646 Text, 100| me all the lessons I ever learnt; they showed me secret paths,
647 Text, 17 | me not thy face, if thou leavest me wholly aside, I know
648 Text, 4 | this silent and overflowing leisure. ~
649 Text, 100| songs that taught me all the lessons I ever learnt; they showed
650 Text, 71 | silver, blue and green, and lets peep out through the folds
651 Text, 46 | eyes that would open their lids only to the light of his
652 Intro, 1 | defence. These verses will not lie in little well-printed books
653 Text, 68 | And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood
654 Text, 86 | thine evening sky and I lift my eager eyes to thy face. ~
655 Intro, 1 | the scourge; being but a lifting up, as it were, into a greater
656 Text, 35 | heart. ~Give me the strength lightly to bear my joys and sorrows. ~
657 Text, 56 | sails on the sea of light. Lilies and jasmines surge up on
658 Text, 60 | freshness that blooms on baby's limbs---does anybody know where
659 Text, 36 | come to its end at the last limit of my power,---that the
660 Text | my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to
661 Intro | Rabindranath every day, to read one line of his is to forget all
662 Text, 70 | casting away all barren lines of straightness. ~The great
663 Text, 62 | my endless life who ever linkest my heart with bonds of joy
664 Text, 30 | the work was done and the links were complete and unbreakable,
665 Text, 63 | Maiden, your lights are all lit---then where do you go with
666 Intro | some Florentine banker or Lombard merchant as I question you.
667 Intro | An Englishman living in London in the reign of Richard
668 Text, 65 | and she remained in her loneliness waiting for thy recognition. ~
669 Text, 91 | of lives. ~Things that I longed for in vain and things that
670 Intro, 1 | fleeting moment.' This is no longer the sanctity of the cell
671 Text, 2 | and rushes on. ~My heart longs to join in thy song, but
672 Intro, 1 | we believed in Him; yet looking backward upon our life we
673 Text, 35 | is my prayer to thee, my lord---strike, strike at the root
674 Text, 60 | tender and silent mystery of love---the sweet, soft freshness
675 Text, 26 | and he calls thee to the love-tryst through the darkness of
676 Intro, 1 | rowing upon the rivers. Lovers, while they await one another,
677 Text, 83 | overspreading pain that deepens into loves and desires, into sufferings
678 Text, 67 | and dark, that is why thou lovest it, O thou spotless and
679 Text, 53 | was tired as thou spokest low---'Ah, I am a thirsty traveller.'
680 Text, 83 | star to star and becomes lyric among rustling leaves in
681 Intro, 1 | much it moved me. These lyrics---which are in the original,
682 Intro, 1 | them, this love of God a magic gulf wherein their own more
683 Intro | of God. His father, the Maha Rishi, would sometimes sit
684 Intro | all the inspiration of mankind are in his hymns. He is
685 Text, 86 | regained. ~But infinite is thy mansion, my lord, and seeking her
686 Intro, 1 | I have carried the manuscript of these translations about
687 Text, 70 | echoed through all the sky in many-coloured tears and smiles, alarms
688 Text, 6 | decoration. Ornaments would mar our union; they would come
689 Text, 47 | without struggle to the maze of shadows and songs. ~At
690 Text, 22 | frowning forest, through what mazy depth of gloom art thou
691 Text, 101| Ah, who knows what they mean!' They smile and go away
692 Text, 91 | lowliest seat, rare is its meanest of lives. ~Things that I
693 Text, 59 | Death-dealing waves sing meaningless ballads to the children,
694 Text, 31 | By all means they try to hold me secure
695 Text, 56 | darling, and gladness without measure. The heaven's river has
696 Text, 68 | world and dances in rhythmic measures. ~It is the same life that
697 Intro | distinguished Bengali doctor of medicine, 'I know no German, yet
698 Text, 10 | for ever. ~Come out of thy meditations and leave aside thy flowers
699 Text, 32 | corner and they sat quiet and meek. ~But in the darkness of
700 Text, 48 | alone in a corner, and the melody caught your ear. You came
701 Text, 79 | ever-glorious! Thy touch has not yet melted my vapour, making me one
702 Intro | Florentine banker or Lombard merchant as I question you. For all
703 Text, 47 | and the flowers were all merry by the roadside; and the
704 Text, 2 | heart captive in the endless meshes of thy music, my master! ~
705 Text, 43 | the wake of the summer. ~Messengers, with tidings from unknown
706 Intro, 1 | strangeness, but because we have met our own image, as though
707 Text, 49 | My hopes rose high and methought my evil days were at an
708 Intro, 1 | delicacies of colour, of metrical invention---display in their
709 Text, 47 | by. ~The sun rose to the mid sky and doves cooed in the
710 Text, 53 | lingered awhile lost in the midst of vague musings. ~I heard
711 Text, 51 | perfumed water. It is thy mighty sword, flashing as a flame,
712 Intro | hereditary connoisseur of the Mikado, he is the fourteenth of
713 Text, 13 | body and the life and the mind---saving me from perils of
714 Text, 48 | plaintive little strain mingled with the great music of
715 Intro, 1 | on apace---he was sung by minstrels for a while. Rabindranath
716 Text, 4 | the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering
717 Text, 63 | light.' She stopped for a minute and thought and gazed at
718 Text, 81 | There is none to count thy minutes. ~Days and nights pass and
719 Text, 56 | scatters gems in profusion. ~Mirth spreads from leaf to leaf,
720 Text, 25 | a cursed sleep it was, O miserable me! ~He came when the night
721 Text, 26 | better by far for thee! ~Misery knocks at thy door, and
722 | miss
723 Text, 78 | me ever feel that I have missed thy sight---let me not forget
724 Text, 67 | starry breast that mantle of misty cloud, turning it into numberless
725 Text, 42 | lain scattered in the dust mixed with the memory of joys
726 Text, 47 | of the interminable path! Mockery and reproach pricked me
727 Text, 79 | light, and thus I count months and years separated from
728 Intro, 1 | the Indian July, or the moods of that heart in union or
729 Text, 60 | pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing
730 Text, 63 | burning in the void. ~In the moonless gloom of midnight I ask
731 Intro | must not believe in the moral or intellectual beauty which
732 Text, 60 | the dream of a dew-washed morning---the smile that flickers
733 Text, 74 | Thy gifts to us mortals fulfil all our needs and
734 Text, 59 | meet. The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless
735 Text, 102| night and day back to their mountain nests let all my life take
736 Intro | of his life, and of the movements of thought that have made
737 Text, 71 | pass, and it is ever he who moves my heart in many a name,
738 Intro, 1 | carried back again to the multitude the thought of the scholar
739 Text, 50 | wheels. We said in a drowsy murmur, 'No, it must be the rumbling
740 Intro, 1 | another, shall find, in murmuring them, this love of God a
741 Text, 88 | heart will be carried on in murmurings of a song. ~Men hasten to
742 Text, 4 | window with its sighs and murmurs; and the bees are plying
743 Text, 51 | dreadful sword. ~I sit and muse in wonder, what gift is
744 Text, 53 | lost in the midst of vague musings. ~I heard not thy steps
745 Text, 70 | callest thy severed self in myriad notes. This thy self-separation
746 Text, 52 | and cunningly wrought in myriad-coloured jewels. But more beautiful
747 Intro | villages they recite long mythological poems adapted from the Sanskrit
748 Text, 39 | The horizon is fiercely naked---not the thinnest cover
749 Text, 34 | broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls; ~Where words
750 Intro | from his reverie upon the nature of God. His father, the
751 Text, 40 | dusty road, taking thee for naught. I wait here weary hours
752 Text, 45 | time thou art ever coming nearer to meet me. Thy sun and
753 Text, 11 | distant course that comes nearest to thyself, and that training
754 Intro, 1 | strange, unnatural, or in need of defence. These verses
755 Text, 74 | us mortals fulfil all our needs and yet run back to thee
756 Text, 53 | bird sings in weary notes, neem leaves rustle overhead and
757 Text, 87 | unworshipped in deathless neglect. ~
758 Intro | they held that doctrine of Nietzsche that we must not believe
759 Intro | He was already famous at nineteen when he wrote his first
760 Intro, 1 | of the scholar and of the noble. If the civilization of
761 Text, 40 | procession passes by with noise and shouts and glamour of
762 Text, 88 | No more noisy, loud words from me---such
763 Text, 17 | the busy moments of the noontide work I am with the crowd,
764 Text, 51 | ask of thee---but I dared not---the rose wreath thou hadst
765 Text, 78 | feel that I have gained nothing---let me not forget for a
766 Intro | alight upon his hands.' I notice in these men's thought a
767 Text, 80 | heart of things thou art nourishing seeds into sprouts, buds
768 Intro | when he wrote his first novel; and plays when he was but
769 Text, 48 | the simple carol of this novice struck at your love. One
770 Text, 9 | I try to bow to thee, my obeisance cannot reach down to the
771 Intro | he wrote much of natural objects, he would sit all day in
772 Text, 87 | carried to the holy stream of oblivion when their time is come. ~
773 Text, 36 | take shelter in a silent obscurity. ~But I find that thy will
774 Text, 2 | breaks through all stony obstacles and rushes on. ~My heart
775 Text, 27 | Obstinate are the trammels, but my
776 Intro | things under the same veil of obvious comedy and half-serious
777 Text, 68 | life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death, in
778 Text, 66 | with colours and sounds and odours. ~There comes the morning
779 Intro | plays when he was but little older, are still played in Calcutta.
780 Text, 16 | have been guilty of such omissions. ~They come with their laws
781 Intro, 1 | trains, or on the top of omnibuses and in restaurants, and
782 Text, 56 | chords of my love; the sky opens, the wind runs wild, laughter
783 Intro, 1 | lyrics---which are in the original, my Indians tell me, full
784 Text, 6 | of dress and decoration. Ornaments would mar our union; they
785 | otherwise
786 Intro, 1 | to be read, or to be read out---for our time was coming
787 Text, 30 | prisoner. 'I thought I could outdo everybody in the world in
788 Text, 11 | to wander through all the outer worlds to reach the innermost
789 Text, 17 | why dost thou let me wait outside at the door all alone? ~
790 Text, 52 | curve of lightning like the outspread wings of the divine bird
791 Text, 67 | earth of mine with arms outstretched and stands at my door the
792 Intro, 1 | heart of this poet flows outward to these without derogation
793 Text, 30 | due to my king. When sleep overcame me I lay upon the bad that
794 Text, 26 | darkness of night. ~The sky is overcast with clouds and the rain
795 Text, 91 | that I ever spurned and overlooked. ~
796 Text, 13 | saving me from perils of overmuch desire. ~There are times
797 Text, 70 | pageant of thee and me has overspread the sky. With the tune of
798 Text, 83 | darkness of July. ~It is this overspreading pain that deepens into loves
799 Intro | can never express what I owed at seventeen to his love
800 Text, 76 | where thou comest down and ownest thyself as mine, there to
801 Intro, 2 | write long books where no page perhaps has any quality
802 Text, 70 | straightness. ~The great pageant of thee and me has overspread
803 Intro, 1 | ladies' tables, who turn the pages with indolent hands that
804 Text, 47 | busily went on our way and paid no heed. ~We sang no glad
805 Text, 91 | casting up pleasures and pains. ~When I think of this end
806 Text, 79 | fleeting emptiness of mine, paint it with colours, gild it
807 Intro, 1 | intensity of the mood of the painter, painting the dust and the
808 Intro, 1 | the mood of the painter, painting the dust and the sunlight,
809 Intro, 1 | much poetry, seen so many paintings, listened to so much music,
810 Text, 100| pain, and, at last, to what palace gate have the brought me
811 Text, 49 | jest was it to open thy palm to a beggar to beg! I was
812 Text, 53 | from my jar on thy joined palms. The leaves rustled overhead;
813 Text, 83 | It is the pang of separation that spreads
814 Text, 78 | the roadside, tired and panting, when I spread my bed low
815 Text, 54 | awaken! ~What if the sky pants and trembles with the heat
816 Text, 38 | When the heart is hard and parched up, come upon me with a
817 Text, 55 | Thou hast taken me as thy partner of all this wealth. In my
818 Intro | Ages, and they often insert passages telling the people that
819 Text, 73 | lonely lane there is no passer-by, the wind is up, the ripples
820 Text, 40 | offerings for thee, while passers-by come and take my flowers,
821 Text, 40 | empty. The morning time is past, and the noon. In the shade
822 Text, 67 | awful white light with its pathetic shadows. ~
823 Text, 59 | meet. Tempest roams in the pathless sky, ships get wrecked in
824 Text, 10 | hard ground and where the pathmaker is breaking stones. He is
825 Intro, 1 | in our exploration of the pathways of woods, in our delight
826 Text, 18 | and its head bent low with patience. ~The morning will surely
827 Text, 47 | the way. We quickened our pave more and more as the time
828 Text, 71 | blue and green, and lets peep out through the folds his
829 Intro, 2 | courtesy of a Tristan or a Pelanore. Indeed, when he is speaking
830 Text, 40 | the lights ablaze, golden pennons flying over thy car, and
831 Text, 35 | strike, strike at the root of penury in my heart. ~Give me the
832 Text, 81 | centuries follow each other perfecting a small wild flower. ~We
833 Text, 69 | away---colours, tunes, and perfumes pour in endless cascades
834 Text, 65 | wooed yet failed to win her; persuasion has stretched to her its
835 Text, 51 | the dawn only for a stray petal or two. ~Ah me, what is
836 Text, 37 | hidden in its gloom the petition for light, even thus in
837 Intro | shown translations from Petrarch or from Dante, would have
838 Text, 51 | From now I leave off all petty decorations. Lord of my
839 Intro | brother, who is a great philosopher. The squirrels come from
840 Intro | it became religious and philosophical; all the inspiration of
841 Intro | later impress itself upon physical things. I said, 'In the
842 Text, 101| known you. They see your pictures in all works of mine. They
843 Text, 50 | Bring out thy tattered piece of mat and spread it in
844 Text, 41 | world would know of this our pilgrimage to no country and to no
845 Text, 53 | with their brown earthen pitchers full to the brim. They called
846 Text, 13 | desires are many and my cry is pitiful, but ever didst thou save
847 Text, 98 | perfectly still where you are placed. ~These my lamps are blown
848 Intro, 1 | our delight in the lonely places of hills, in that mysterious
849 Text, 85 | door. ~I will worship him placing at his feet the treasure
850 Text, 11 | track on many a star and planet. ~It is the most distant
851 Text, 28 | in this great wall, and I plaster it with dust and sand lest
852 Text, 95 | my parting word. ~In this playhouse of infinite forms I have
853 Intro, 1 | sitting in a boat upon a river playing lute, like one of those
854 Text, 42 | steps that I heard in my playroom are the same that are echoing
855 Text, 96 | cadence. ~Now, when the playtime is over, what is this sudden
856 Text, 74 | poet men take what meanings please them; yet their last meaning
857 Text, 91 | like sea waves casting up pleasures and pains. ~When I think
858 Text, 4 | murmurs; and the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the
859 Intro | answered, 'We have other poets, but none that are his equal;
860 Text, 70 | has taken body in me. ~The poignant song is echoed through all
861 Intro | the curator of a museum pointed out to me a little dark-skinned
862 Text, 74 | yet their last meaning points to thee. ~
863 Text, 52 | bird of Vishnu, perfectly poised in the angry red light of
864 Intro, 2 | and fill our heads with politics---all dull things in the
865 Text, 64 | eyes and to stand at the portals of my ears silently to listen
866 Text, 78 | If it is not my portion to meet thee in this life
867 Text, 91 | them pass. Let me but truly possess the things that I ever spurned
868 Intro | thought that have made them possible, if some Indian traveller
869 Intro | of his family to hold the post.'' 'He answered, 'When Rabindranath
870 Text, 53 | up from my day-dreams and poured water from my jar on thy
871 Text, 87 | of Vina sing no more your praise. The bells in the evening
872 Text, 46 | do not try to rouse me, I pray. I wish not to be called
873 Text, 31 | If I call not thee in my prayers, if I keep not thee in my
874 Text, 46 | my door. ~Ah, my sleep, precious sleep, which only waits
875 Text, 24 | flagging spirit into a poor preparation for thy worship. It is
876 Text, 50 | Wake up! delay not!' We pressed our hands on our hearts
877 Text, 27 | ashamed. ~I am certain that priceless wealth is in thee, and that
878 Text, 47 | path! Mockery and reproach pricked me to rise, but found no
879 Text, 7 | child who is decked with prince's robes and who has jewelled
880 Intro | arranging their Chinese prints and said, "That is the hereditary
881 Text, 48 | and with a flower for a prize you came down and stopped
882 Text, 40 | wheels of thy chariot. Many a procession passes by with noise and
883 Text, 87 | The bells in the evening proclaim not your time of worship.
884 Text, 44 | their notes have always proclaimed, 'He comes, comes, ever
885 Text, 78 | grow full with the daily profits, let me ever feel that I
886 Text, 56 | and it scatters gems in profusion. ~Mirth spreads from leaf
887 Text, 43 | filling with the perfume of promise. ~
888 Text, 40 | wait, and that thou hast promised to come. How could I utter
889 Intro | thought. But though these prose translations from Rabindranath
890 Text, 98 | blown out at every little puff of wind, and trying to light
891 Text, 79 | morning, in a coolness of purity transparent. ~
892 Text, 11 | first gleam of light, and pursued my voyage through the wildernesses
893 Text, 40 | thyself in the shadows? They push thee and pass thee by on
894 Text, 27 | come to ask for my good, I quake in fear lest my prayer be
895 Intro | our energy is spent in the quarrel with bad taste, whether
896 Text, 81 | while I give it to every querulous man who claims it, and thine
897 Text, 63 | her, 'Maiden, what is your quest, holding the lamp near your
898 Intro | found no books to answer his questions, but would have questioned
899 Text, 47 | lingered not on the way. We quickened our pave more and more as
900 Text, 32 | in a corner and they sat quiet and meek. ~But in the darkness
901 Text, 4 | Now it is time to sit quite, face to face with thee,
902 Text, 52 | light of the sunset. ~It quivers like the one last response
903 Text, 66 | reigns the stainless white radiance. There is no day nor night,
904 Text, 70 | coloured shadows on thy radiance---such is thy maya. ~Thou
905 Text, 40 | and set at thy side this ragged beggar girl a-tremble with
906 Intro, 1 | for days, reading it in railway trains, or on the top of
907 Text, 102| world at thy feet. ~Like a rain-cloud of July hung low with its
908 Text, 38 | song. ~When tumultuous work raises its din on all sides shutting
909 Text, 73 | wind is up, the ripples are rampant in the river. ~I know not
910 Text, 69 | steps with that restless, rapid music, seasons come dancing
911 Text, 71 | many a guise, in many a rapture of joy and of sorrow. ~
912 Intro, 1 | lives. The traveller in the read-brown clothes that he wears that
913 Intro | would not find hearers and readers. Four-fifths of our energy
914 Text, 42 | I did not keep myself in readiness for thee; and entering my
915 Intro, 1 | about with me for days, reading it in railway trains, or
916 Text, 37 | its might, even thus my rebellion strikes against thy love
917 Text, 97 | and utter death shall I receive at thy feet. ~
918 Text, 97 | for ever and the secret recess of its honey will be bared. ~
919 Intro | writing. In the villages they recite long mythological poems
920 Text, 65 | loneliness waiting for thy recognition. ~
921 Text, 93 | garland. Mine is not the red-brown dress of the traveller,
922 Text, 13 | didst thou save me by hard refusals; and this strong mercy has
923 Text, 13 | of thy full acceptance by refusing me ever and anon, saving
924 Text, 86 | gone from it can never be regained. ~But infinite is thy mansion,
925 Text, 8 | and never look behind in regret. ~Thy desire at once puts
926 Intro | living in London in the reign of Richard the Second had
927 Text, 65 | slumbers and dreams, she reigned yet dwelled alone and apart. ~
928 Text, 54 | to you that the flower is reigning in splendour among thorns?
929 Text, 66 | soul to take her flight in, reigns the stainless white radiance.
930 Intro | art grew deeper, it became religious and philosophical; all the
931 Text, 53 | done for thee to keep me in remembrance? But the memory that I could
932 Text, 79 | I am like a remnant of a cloud of autumn uselessly
933 Text, 23 | whose strength is exhausted, remove shame and poverty, and renew
934 Text, 72 | Deliverance is not for me in renunciation. I feel the embrace of freedom
935 Text, 37 | only thee---let my heart repeat without end. All desires
936 Intro | others.' 'I understand,' he replied, 'we too have our propagandist
937 Text, 47 | shadow of a dim delight. ~The repose of the sun-embroidered green
938 Text, 47 | interminable path! Mockery and reproach pricked me to rise, but
939 Text, 25 | hands, and my dreams became resonant with its melodies. ~Alas,
940 Text, 4 | heart knows no rest nor respite, and my work becomes an
941 Intro, 1 | top of omnibuses and in restaurants, and I have often had to
942 Text, 47 | they never looked back nor rested; they vanished in the distant
943 Text, 24 | sleep without struggle, resting my trust upon thee. ~Let
944 Text, 3 | shall be my endeavour to reveal thee in my actions, knowing
945 Text, 36 | are lost, new country is revealed with its wonders. ~
946 Intro, 1 | rhetoric of the Book of Revelations? We would, if we might,
947 Intro | does not awake from his reverie upon the nature of God.
948 Text, 82 | thee as my offering thou rewardest me with thy grace. ~
949 Intro, 1 | Switzerland, or with the violent rhetoric of the Book of Revelations?
950 Text, 68 | the world and dances in rhythmic measures. ~It is the same
951 Intro | in London in the reign of Richard the Second had he been shown
952 Text, 47 | was scattered through the rift of the clouds while we busily
953 Text, 12 | the words have not been rightly set; only there is the agony
954 Text, 37 | depth of my unconsciousness rings the cry---'I want thee,
955 Text, 46 | clamorous choir of birds, by the riot of wind at the festival
956 Text, 57 | the earth flow over in the riotous excess of the grass, the
957 Text, 72 | joy, and all my desires ripen into fruits of love. ~
958 Text, 80 | buds into blossoms, and ripening flowers into fruitfulness. ~
959 Text, 65 | heart, and around her have risen and fallen the growth and
960 Intro | God. His father, the Maha Rishi, would sometimes sit there
961 Intro, 1 | generations, to the beggar on the roads. When there was but one
962 Text, 65 | eager arms in vain. ~I have roamed from country to country
963 Text, 79 | cloud of autumn uselessly roaming in the sky, O my sun ever-glorious!
964 Text, 59 | worlds children meet. Tempest roams in the pathless sky, ships
965 Text, 50 | dreary house. The thunder roars in the sky. The darkness
966 Text, 7 | dust of the earth, if it rob one of the right of entrance
967 Text, 7 | is decked with prince's robes and who has jewelled chains
968 Text, 59 | even like a mother while rocking her baby's cradle. The sea
969 Text, 35 | lord---strike, strike at the root of penury in my heart. ~
970 Intro, 1 | though we had walked in Rossetti's willow wood, or heard,
971 Text, 46 | not wake me, do not try to rouse me, I pray. I wish not to
972 Intro | of the landscape, and the rowers waited for eight hours before
973 Intro, 1 | them on the highway and men rowing upon the rivers. Lovers,
974 Intro, 1 | fallen from the wreath of her royal lover, the servant or the
975 Intro, 1 | forsake it harshly and rudely? What have we in common
976 Text, 50 | murmur, 'No, it must be the rumbling of clouds!' ~The night was
977 Text, 74 | fulfil all our needs and yet run back to thee undiminished. ~
978 Text, 96 | own comrade and lead me running from glade to glade. ~On
979 Text, 53 | weary notes, neem leaves rustle overhead and I sit and think
980 Text, 53 | joined palms. The leaves rustled overhead; the cuckoo sang
981 Text, 83 | and becomes lyric among rustling leaves in rainy darkness
982 Text, 23 | From the traveller, whose sack of provisions is empty before
983 Text, 19 | unheeded. ~Only now and again a sadness fell upon me, and I started
984 Text, 56 | butterflies spread their sails on the sea of light. Lilies
985 Intro, 1 | the writing of European saints---however familiar their
986 Intro | churches---we of the Brahma Samaj use your word 'church' in
987 Intro, 1 | This is no longer the sanctity of the cell and of the scourge;
988 Text, 96 | the meaning of songs thou sangest to me. Only my voice took
989 Intro | mythological poems adapted from the Sanskrit in the Middle Ages, and
990 Text, 13 | pitiful, but ever didst thou save me by hard refusals; and
991 Intro, 1 | multitude the thought of the scholar and of the noble. If the
992 Intro, 1 | sanctity of the cell and of the scourge; being but a lifting up,
993 Text, 81 | and having no time we must scramble for a chances. We are too
994 Text, 26 | thunders and the wind rushes screaming through the void. The night
995 Text, 70 | own defeat of self. ~This screen that thou hast raised is
996 Text, 41 | in the fading light the seabirds come flying to their nests. ~
997 Text, 51 | bed. And like a beggar I searched in the dawn only for a stray
998 Text, 62 | not. Thou hast given me seats in homes not my own. Thou
999 Intro | the reign of Richard the Second had he been shown translations
1000 Text, 90 | towards thee in depth of secrecy. One final glance from thine
1001 Text, 61 | flowers and why fruits are secretly filled with sweet juice---