This is a list of all the questions and their associated study carrel identifiers. One can learn a lot of the "aboutness" of a text simply by reading the questions.
| identifier | question |
|---|---|
| 6524 | What language is thy answer, O sky? 6524 12What language is thine, O sea?" |
| 6524 | 129 Asks the Possible to the Impossible,"Where is your dwelling place?" |
| 6524 | 153"Who is there to take up my duties?" |
| 6524 | 168 That which oppresses me, is it my soul trying to come out in the open, or the soul of the world knocking at my heart for its entrance? |
| 6524 | 173"Who drives me forward like fate?" |
| 6524 | 23"We, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the storms, but who are you so silent?" |
| 6524 | 246"Are you too proud to kiss me?" |
| 6524 | 247"How may I sing to thee and worship, O Sun?" |
| 6524 | 253 Is not this mountain like a flower, with its petals of hills, drinking the sunlight? |
| 6524 | 30"Moon, for what do you wait?" |
| 6524 | 70 Where is the fountain that throws up these flowers in a ceaseless outbreak of ecstasy? |
| 6524 | 81 What is this unseen flame of darkness whose sparks are the stars? |
| 6524 | 86"How far are you from me, O Fruit?" |
| 6524 | From what unknown sky hast thou carried in thy silence the aching secret of love? |
| 6524 | The sun rose and smiled on it, saying,"Are you well, my darling?" |
| 6524 | Will you carry the burden of their lameness? |
| 7164 | ''Prisoner, tell me, who was it that bound you?'' |
| 7164 | ''Prisoner, tell me, who was it that wrought this unbreakable chain?'' |
| 7164 | Ah me, what is it I find? |
| 7164 | Ah, love, why dost thou let me wait outside at the door all alone? |
| 7164 | Ah, why do I ever miss his sight whose breath touches my sleep? |
| 7164 | Alas, why are my nights all thus lost? |
| 7164 | And only I who would wait and weep and wear out my heart in vain longing? |
| 7164 | Are there works still to do? |
| 7164 | Art thou abroad on this stormy night on thy journey of love, my friend? |
| 7164 | At every footfall of yours, will not the harp of the road break out in sweet music of pain? |
| 7164 | But who is this that follows me in the silent dark? |
| 7164 | Deliverance? |
| 7164 | Do you not feel a thrill passing through the air with the notes of the far- away song floating from the other shore? |
| 7164 | Has not the word come to you that the flower is reigning in splendour among thorns? |
| 7164 | Have you not heard his silent steps? |
| 7164 | I thought of the abundance, of the simplicity of the poems, and said,''In your country is there much propagandist writing, much criticism? |
| 7164 | In the moonless gloom of midnight I ask her,''Maiden, what is your quest, holding the lamp near your heart? |
| 7164 | In the silence of gathering night I asked her,''Maiden, your lights are all lit-- then where do you go with your lamp? |
| 7164 | Indeed, what had I done for thee to keep me in remembrance? |
| 7164 | Is it beyond thee to be glad with the gladness of this rhythm? |
| 7164 | Is it only thou who wouldst stand in the shadow silent and behind them all? |
| 7164 | Is the time not come yet? |
| 7164 | Light, oh where is the light? |
| 7164 | My poet, is it thy delight to see thy creation through my eyes and to stand at the portals of my ears silently to listen to thine own eternal harmony? |
| 7164 | Now, I ask, has the time come at last when I may go in and see thy face and offer thee my silent salutation? |
| 7164 | Now, when the playtime is over, what is this sudden sight that is come upon me? |
| 7164 | O thou lord of all heavens, where would be thy love if I were not? |
| 7164 | On the day when death will knock at thy door what wilt thou offer to him? |
| 7164 | On the slope of the desolate river among tall grasses I asked her,''Maiden, where do you go shading your lamp with your mantle? |
| 7164 | The king has come-- but where are lights, where are wreaths? |
| 7164 | The morning bird twitters and asks,''Woman, what hast thou got?'' |
| 7164 | The question and the cry''Oh, where?'' |
| 7164 | The sleep that flits on baby''s eyes-- does anybody know from where it comes? |
| 7164 | The smile that flickers on baby''s lips when he sleeps-- does anybody know where it was born? |
| 7164 | The sweet, soft freshness that blooms on baby''s limbs-- does anybody know where it was hidden so long? |
| 7164 | Then of a sudden thou didst hold out thy right hand and say''What hast thou to give to me?'' |
| 7164 | There is the lamp but never a flicker of a flame-- is such thy fate, my heart? |
| 7164 | They come and ask me,''Who is he?'' |
| 7164 | What divine drink wouldst thou have, my God, from this overflowing cup of my life? |
| 7164 | What harm is there if thy clothes become tattered and stained? |
| 7164 | What token left of thy love? |
| 7164 | When the warriors came out first from their master''s hall, where had they hid their power? |
| 7164 | When the warriors marched back again to their master''s hall where did they hide their power? |
| 7164 | When we were making the cathedrals had we a like reverence for our great men? |
| 7164 | Where dost thou stand behind them all, my lover, hiding thyself in the shadows? |
| 7164 | Where is the hall, the decorations? |
| 7164 | Where is the throne to seat him? |
| 7164 | Where is this deliverance to be found? |
| 7164 | Where were their armour and their arms? |
| 7164 | Who knows when the chains will be off, and the boat, like the last glimmer of sunset, vanish into the night? |
| 7164 | Whom dost thou worship in this lonely dark corner of a temple with doors all shut? |
| 7164 | to be tossed and lost and broken in the whirl of this fearful joy? |
| 6520 | How can I leave her and come? |
| 6520 | Where have you been, you naughty child? |
| 6520 | A thousand useless things happen day after day, and why could n''t such a thing come true by chance? |
| 6520 | But just for to- day, tell me, mother, where the desert of Tepântar in the fairy tale is? |
| 6520 | But what is it makes you laugh, my little life- bud? |
| 6520 | But who was it coloured that little frock, my child? |
| 6520 | But would you guess that it was the tiny shadow of your little child? |
| 6520 | But, baby, where could you find a net big enough to catch the moon with?" |
| 6520 | DEFAMATION Why are those tears in your eyes, my child? |
| 6520 | Dear auntie will come with_ puja_-presents and will ask,"Where is our baby, sister? |
| 6520 | Did he never hear from his own mother stories of giants and fairies and princesses? |
| 6520 | Do n''t you know why they are in such a hurry? |
| 6520 | Do you hear the gong striking four? |
| 6520 | Do you not remember how he sat at the window and wondered at the tangle of your roots that plunged underground? |
| 6520 | Everybody knows how you love sweet things-- is that why they call you greedy? |
| 6520 | Has he forgotten them all? |
| 6520 | Have n''t you got a letter from father to- day? |
| 6520 | Have n''t you seen how eager they are to get there? |
| 6520 | He was reading to you all the evening, but could you really make out what he meant? |
| 6520 | How horrid of them to be always scolding you for nothing? |
| 6520 | How should you know how dear he can be when you try to weigh his merits against his faults? |
| 6520 | I ask,"But, how am I to get up to you?" |
| 6520 | I ask,"But, how am I to join you?" |
| 6520 | I say,"My mother always wants me at home in the evening-- how can I leave her and go?" |
| 6520 | I shall tell him,"Do you not know I am as big as father? |
| 6520 | I shall write from A right up to K. But, mother, why do you smile? |
| 6520 | If I make the slightest noise, you say,"Do n''t you see that father''s at his work?" |
| 6520 | If I were only a little green parrot, and not your baby, mother dear, would you keep me chained lest I should fly away? |
| 6520 | If twelve o''clock can come in the night, why ca n''t the night come when it is twelve o''clock? |
| 6520 | It is gnawing at its chain day and night?" |
| 6520 | Leave off your work, mother; sit here by the window and tell me where the desert of Tepântar in the fairy tale is? |
| 6520 | Mother will say,"What are you about, naughty child?" |
| 6520 | Mother, do you want heaps and heaps of gold? |
| 6520 | Mother, do you want pearls big as the raindrops of autumn? |
| 6520 | My brother would say,"Is it possible? |
| 6520 | O beggar, what are you begging for? |
| 6520 | O beggar, what do you beg for, clinging to your mother''s neck with both your hands? |
| 6520 | O greedy heart, shall I pluck the world like a fruit from the sky to place it on your little rosy palm? |
| 6520 | Our village people would all say in amazement,"Was it not lucky that the boy was with his mother?" |
| 6520 | SLEEP- STEALER Who stole sleep from baby''s eyes? |
| 6520 | SYMPATHY If I were only a little puppy, not your baby, mother dear, would you say"No"to me if I tried to eat from your dish? |
| 6520 | Suddenly you call me and ask me in a whisper,"What light is that near the bank?" |
| 6520 | Suppose it is n''t any later; ca n''t you ever think it is afternoon when it is only twelve o''clock? |
| 6520 | THE SOURCE The sleep that flits on baby''s eyes-- does anybody know from where it comes? |
| 6520 | THE UNHEEDED PAGEANT Ah, who was it coloured that little frock, my child, and covered your sweet limbs with that little red tunic? |
| 6520 | THE WICKED POSTMAN Why do you sit there on the floor so quiet and silent, tell me, mother dear? |
| 6520 | The moon is ever so far from us, how could anybody catch it?" |
| 6520 | The smile that flickers on baby''s lips when he sleeps-- does anybody know where it was born? |
| 6520 | The sweet, soft freshness that blooms on baby''s limbs-- does anybody know where it was hidden so long? |
| 6520 | What do you think of father''s spoiling sheets and sheets of paper with black marks all over on both sides? |
| 6520 | What has happened to you that you look so strange? |
| 6520 | What is it makes you laugh, my little life- bud? |
| 6520 | What magic has snared the world''s treasure in these slender arms of mine?" |
| 6520 | What then would they call us who love you? |
| 6520 | What would they call an autumn morning that smiles through its ragged clouds? |
| 6520 | What''s the fun of always writing and writing? |
| 6520 | When I finish my writing, do you think I shall be so foolish as father and drop it into the horrid postman''s bag? |
| 6520 | When mother bends her face down to kiss us does her face look very big?" |
| 6520 | When mother looks out of her window and smiles down at us playing, would you call her far away?" |
| 6520 | Where is it, mother, on the shore of what sea, at the foot of what hills, in the kingdom of what king? |
| 6520 | Who stole sleep from baby''s eyes? |
| 6520 | Who stole sleep from our baby''s eyes? |
| 6520 | Why ca n''t father write like that, I wonder? |
| 6520 | Would they dare to call the full moon dirty because it has smudged its face with ink? |
| 6520 | Would you drive me off, saying to me,"Get away, you naughty little puppy?" |
| 6520 | You have stained your fingers and face with ink while writing-- is that why they call you dirty? |
| 6520 | You tore your clothes while playing-- is that why they call you untidy? |
| 6520 | You would call,"Baby, where are you?" |
| 6520 | [ Illustration: From a drawing by Asit Kumar Haldar-- see cbegin.jpg] THE BEGINNING"Where have I come from, where did you pick me up?" |
| 6686 | But if there be thorns? |
| 6686 | But if there by only cruel glances? |
| 6686 | Do you in your lonely musing hear the message of the hereafter? |
| 6686 | I am of an age with each, what matter if my hair turns grey? |
| 6686 | Who is there to weave their passionate songs, if I sit on the shore of life and contemplate death and the beyond? 6686 Youth, why do you stand so still under the shadow of the tree?" |
| 6686 | 21 Why did he choose to come to my door, the wandering youth, when the day dawned? |
| 6686 | 23 Why do you sit there and jingle your bracelets in mere idle sport? |
| 6686 | 25"Come to us, youth, tell us truly why there is madness in your eyes?" |
| 6686 | 37 Would you put your wreath of fresh flowers on my neck, fair one? |
| 6686 | 4 Ah me, why did they build my house by the road to the market town? |
| 6686 | 52 Why did the lamp go out? |
| 6686 | 53 Why do you put me to shame with a look? |
| 6686 | 54 Where do you hurry with your basket this late evening when the marketing is over? |
| 6686 | 63 Traveller, must you go? |
| 6686 | 65 Is that your call again? |
| 6686 | 7 O mother, the young Prince is to pass by our door,--how can I attend to my work this morning? |
| 6686 | 81 Why do you whisper so faintly in my ears, O Death, my Death? |
| 6686 | 85 Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence? |
| 6686 | Ah, but, where is it? |
| 6686 | Ah, where is the sunny green shore, where is your nest? |
| 6686 | Ah, who has held me so long in delusion here?" |
| 6686 | And we asked each other in dismay,"Is there a land beyond these hills where we live?" |
| 6686 | Are you happy? |
| 6686 | But where can you shelter under this open sky? |
| 6686 | But why did you stop for a moment and glance at my face through your veil while you walked by the riverside path with the full pitcher upon your hip? |
| 6686 | But, gatekeeper, do you ask for your toll? |
| 6686 | Do the flowers never drop on the dust in soft death in your garden? |
| 6686 | Do the memories of vanished months of May linger in my limbs? |
| 6686 | Do the silent- winged stars never climb the sky above your pitiless tower? |
| 6686 | Do you call me? |
| 6686 | Do you hear, he is gently shaking the chain which fastens the door? |
| 6686 | Do you see the clouds wrapping the sky? |
| 6686 | Do you see the clouds wrapping the sky? |
| 6686 | Does the earth, like a harp, shiver into songs with the touch of my feet? |
| 6686 | God sighed and complained,"Why does my servant wander to seek me, forsaking me?" |
| 6686 | Has the evening no music of sleep at your gate? |
| 6686 | Have you not finished your work yet, bride? |
| 6686 | Have you not got ready the offering basket for the evening service? |
| 6686 | Have you not lit the lamp in the cowshed? |
| 6686 | Have you not put the red lucky mark at the parting of your hair, and done your toilet for the night? |
| 6686 | He alighted at my door and asked in a tired voice,"Where is she?" |
| 6686 | He stopped before my door and asked me with an eager cry,"Where is she?" |
| 6686 | He struck his forehead wildly-- where, O where had he without knowing it achieved success? |
| 6686 | How are you, my child? |
| 6686 | How can the body touch the flower which only the spirit may touch? |
| 6686 | How could I know that you could see me where I stood in the dark? |
| 6686 | I ask myself,"Is it a dream?" |
| 6686 | I had given all my day to you, cruel mistress, must you also rob me of my night? |
| 6686 | I weep and ask my heart,"Why does he not come back?" |
| 6686 | Is it then true that the dewdrops fall from the eyes of night when I am seen, and the morning light is glad when it wraps my body round? |
| 6686 | Is it then true that the mystery of the Infinite is written on this little forehead of mine? |
| 6686 | Is it true that my lips are sweet like the opening bud of the first conscious love? |
| 6686 | Is it true, is it true, that your love travelled alone through ages and worlds in search of me? |
| 6686 | Is it wise to break one''s heart for the one who takes her heart away? |
| 6686 | Is the time for your parting come? |
| 6686 | Is there none to carry your banner before you, and will not the night be on fire with your red torch- lights, O Death, my Death? |
| 6686 | Is this how you must woo and win me with the opiate of drowsy murmur and cold kisses, O Death, my Death? |
| 6686 | Must you call me, you unquiet one? |
| 6686 | Must your voice cut through it and smite me? |
| 6686 | O bride, do you hear, the guest has come? |
| 6686 | O traveller, what sleepless spirit has touched you from the heart of the mid- night? |
| 6686 | One day a village boy came up and asked,"Tell me, where did you come at this golden chain about your waist?" |
| 6686 | Says the free bird,"Among bars, where is there room to spread one''s wings?" |
| 6686 | She glanced at them and said,"What strange things are these? |
| 6686 | She raised her large eyes to my face and mutely asked,"Are you well, my friend?" |
| 6686 | Should I neglect all this to gaze after one who has turned her back on me? |
| 6686 | That when you found me at last, your age- long desire found utter peace in my gentle speech and my eyes and lips and flowing hair? |
| 6686 | The man said,"Who are ye that have fooled me so long?" |
| 6686 | Traveller, must you go? |
| 6686 | We asked in wonder,"Who are you?" |
| 6686 | We wondered in our mind,"Is there a spring in the land where she has gone and where she can fill her vessel in these hot thirsty days?" |
| 6686 | What awful incantation have you read among the stars in the sky, that with a sealed secret message the night entered your heart, silent and strange? |
| 6686 | What call from the dark urges you? |
| 6686 | What can you expect when it is too late? |
| 6686 | What folly is this? |
| 6686 | What quenchless fire glows in your eyes? |
| 6686 | What restless fever runs in your blood? |
| 6686 | What will you have for your reward? |
| 6686 | What will your duties be? |
| 6686 | Where are its shores and its bottom? |
| 6686 | Where do you hurry with your basket when the marketing is over? |
| 6686 | Where do you hurry with your basket when the marketing is over? |
| 6686 | Where is this hope for union except in thee, my God? |
| 6686 | Who are you that follow me with stealthy silent steps? |
| 6686 | Who can know that your eyelids have not been touched with lamp- black? |
| 6686 | Who can strain the blue from the sky? |
| 6686 | Who is it that comes slowly to my door and gently knocks? |
| 6686 | Who knows the enchantment that can gather and shut it up again? |
| 6686 | Whom do I try to clasp in my arms? |
| 6686 | Why did he choose to come to my door? |
| 6686 | Why did he choose to come to my door? |
| 6686 | Why did the flower fade? |
| 6686 | Why did the harp- string break? |
| 6686 | Why did the stream dry up? |
| 6686 | Why did you single me out and bring me away from the cool shelter of our common life? |
| 6686 | Why did you swiftly turn your face and peep at me through your fluttering veil? |
| 6686 | Why do you come at this late hour? |
| 6686 | Why do you look at me amazed, mother? |
| 6686 | Why do you look at me amazed, mother? |
| 6686 | Why do you put me to shame with a look? |
| 6686 | Why do you stir the water with your hands and fitfully glance at the road for some one in mere idle sport? |
| 6686 | Will there be no proud ceremony for our wedding? |
| 6686 | Will you not tie up with a wreath your tawny coiled locks? |
| 6686 | You can not satisfy all our hungry hopes, but should I desert you for that? |