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6524What language is thy answer, O sky? 6524 12What language is thine, O sea?"
6524129 Asks the Possible to the Impossible,"Where is your dwelling place?"
6524153"Who is there to take up my duties?"
6524168 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?
6524173"Who drives me forward like fate?"
652423"We, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the storms, but who are you so silent?"
6524246"Are you too proud to kiss me?"
6524247"How may I sing to thee and worship, O Sun?"
6524253 Is not this mountain like a flower, with its petals of hills, drinking the sunlight?
652430"Moon, for what do you wait?"
652470 Where is the fountain that throws up these flowers in a ceaseless outbreak of ecstasy?
652481 What is this unseen flame of darkness whose sparks are the stars?
652486"How far are you from me, O Fruit?"
6524From what unknown sky hast thou carried in thy silence the aching secret of love?
6524The sun rose and smiled on it, saying,"Are you well, my darling?"
6524Will 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?''
7164Ah me, what is it I find?
7164Ah, love, why dost thou let me wait outside at the door all alone?
7164Ah, why do I ever miss his sight whose breath touches my sleep?
7164Alas, why are my nights all thus lost?
7164And only I who would wait and weep and wear out my heart in vain longing?
7164Are there works still to do?
7164Art thou abroad on this stormy night on thy journey of love, my friend?
7164At every footfall of yours, will not the harp of the road break out in sweet music of pain?
7164But who is this that follows me in the silent dark?
7164Deliverance?
7164Do you not feel a thrill passing through the air with the notes of the far- away song floating from the other shore?
7164Has not the word come to you that the flower is reigning in splendour among thorns?
7164Have you not heard his silent steps?
7164I thought of the abundance, of the simplicity of the poems, and said,''In your country is there much propagandist writing, much criticism?
7164In the moonless gloom of midnight I ask her,''Maiden, what is your quest, holding the lamp near your heart?
7164In the silence of gathering night I asked her,''Maiden, your lights are all lit-- then where do you go with your lamp?
7164Indeed, what had I done for thee to keep me in remembrance?
7164Is it beyond thee to be glad with the gladness of this rhythm?
7164Is it only thou who wouldst stand in the shadow silent and behind them all?
7164Is the time not come yet?
7164Light, oh where is the light?
7164My 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?
7164Now, I ask, has the time come at last when I may go in and see thy face and offer thee my silent salutation?
7164Now, when the playtime is over, what is this sudden sight that is come upon me?
7164O thou lord of all heavens, where would be thy love if I were not?
7164On the day when death will knock at thy door what wilt thou offer to him?
7164On the slope of the desolate river among tall grasses I asked her,''Maiden, where do you go shading your lamp with your mantle?
7164The king has come-- but where are lights, where are wreaths?
7164The morning bird twitters and asks,''Woman, what hast thou got?''
7164The question and the cry''Oh, where?''
7164The sleep that flits on baby''s eyes-- does anybody know from where it comes?
7164The smile that flickers on baby''s lips when he sleeps-- does anybody know where it was born?
7164The sweet, soft freshness that blooms on baby''s limbs-- does anybody know where it was hidden so long?
7164Then of a sudden thou didst hold out thy right hand and say''What hast thou to give to me?''
7164There is the lamp but never a flicker of a flame-- is such thy fate, my heart?
7164They come and ask me,''Who is he?''
7164What divine drink wouldst thou have, my God, from this overflowing cup of my life?
7164What harm is there if thy clothes become tattered and stained?
7164What token left of thy love?
7164When the warriors came out first from their master''s hall, where had they hid their power?
7164When the warriors marched back again to their master''s hall where did they hide their power?
7164When we were making the cathedrals had we a like reverence for our great men?
7164Where dost thou stand behind them all, my lover, hiding thyself in the shadows?
7164Where is the hall, the decorations?
7164Where is the throne to seat him?
7164Where is this deliverance to be found?
7164Where were their armour and their arms?
7164Who knows when the chains will be off, and the boat, like the last glimmer of sunset, vanish into the night?
7164Whom dost thou worship in this lonely dark corner of a temple with doors all shut?
7164to be tossed and lost and broken in the whirl of this fearful joy?
6520How can I leave her and come?
6520Where have you been, you naughty child?
6520A thousand useless things happen day after day, and why could n''t such a thing come true by chance?
6520But just for to- day, tell me, mother, where the desert of Tepântar in the fairy tale is?
6520But what is it makes you laugh, my little life- bud?
6520But who was it coloured that little frock, my child?
6520But would you guess that it was the tiny shadow of your little child?
6520But, baby, where could you find a net big enough to catch the moon with?"
6520DEFAMATION Why are those tears in your eyes, my child?
6520Dear auntie will come with_ puja_-presents and will ask,"Where is our baby, sister?
6520Did he never hear from his own mother stories of giants and fairies and princesses?
6520Do n''t you know why they are in such a hurry?
6520Do you hear the gong striking four?
6520Do you not remember how he sat at the window and wondered at the tangle of your roots that plunged underground?
6520Everybody knows how you love sweet things-- is that why they call you greedy?
6520Has he forgotten them all?
6520Have n''t you got a letter from father to- day?
6520Have n''t you seen how eager they are to get there?
6520He was reading to you all the evening, but could you really make out what he meant?
6520How horrid of them to be always scolding you for nothing?
6520How should you know how dear he can be when you try to weigh his merits against his faults?
6520I ask,"But, how am I to get up to you?"
6520I ask,"But, how am I to join you?"
6520I say,"My mother always wants me at home in the evening-- how can I leave her and go?"
6520I shall tell him,"Do you not know I am as big as father?
6520I shall write from A right up to K. But, mother, why do you smile?
6520If I make the slightest noise, you say,"Do n''t you see that father''s at his work?"
6520If I were only a little green parrot, and not your baby, mother dear, would you keep me chained lest I should fly away?
6520If twelve o''clock can come in the night, why ca n''t the night come when it is twelve o''clock?
6520It is gnawing at its chain day and night?"
6520Leave off your work, mother; sit here by the window and tell me where the desert of Tepântar in the fairy tale is?
6520Mother will say,"What are you about, naughty child?"
6520Mother, do you want heaps and heaps of gold?
6520Mother, do you want pearls big as the raindrops of autumn?
6520My brother would say,"Is it possible?
6520O beggar, what are you begging for?
6520O beggar, what do you beg for, clinging to your mother''s neck with both your hands?
6520O greedy heart, shall I pluck the world like a fruit from the sky to place it on your little rosy palm?
6520Our village people would all say in amazement,"Was it not lucky that the boy was with his mother?"
6520SLEEP- STEALER Who stole sleep from baby''s eyes?
6520SYMPATHY 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?
6520Suddenly you call me and ask me in a whisper,"What light is that near the bank?"
6520Suppose it is n''t any later; ca n''t you ever think it is afternoon when it is only twelve o''clock?
6520THE SOURCE The sleep that flits on baby''s eyes-- does anybody know from where it comes?
6520THE UNHEEDED PAGEANT Ah, who was it coloured that little frock, my child, and covered your sweet limbs with that little red tunic?
6520THE WICKED POSTMAN Why do you sit there on the floor so quiet and silent, tell me, mother dear?
6520The moon is ever so far from us, how could anybody catch it?"
6520The smile that flickers on baby''s lips when he sleeps-- does anybody know where it was born?
6520The sweet, soft freshness that blooms on baby''s limbs-- does anybody know where it was hidden so long?
6520What do you think of father''s spoiling sheets and sheets of paper with black marks all over on both sides?
6520What has happened to you that you look so strange?
6520What is it makes you laugh, my little life- bud?
6520What magic has snared the world''s treasure in these slender arms of mine?"
6520What then would they call us who love you?
6520What would they call an autumn morning that smiles through its ragged clouds?
6520What''s the fun of always writing and writing?
6520When I finish my writing, do you think I shall be so foolish as father and drop it into the horrid postman''s bag?
6520When mother bends her face down to kiss us does her face look very big?"
6520When mother looks out of her window and smiles down at us playing, would you call her far away?"
6520Where is it, mother, on the shore of what sea, at the foot of what hills, in the kingdom of what king?
6520Who stole sleep from baby''s eyes?
6520Who stole sleep from our baby''s eyes?
6520Why ca n''t father write like that, I wonder?
6520Would they dare to call the full moon dirty because it has smudged its face with ink?
6520Would you drive me off, saying to me,"Get away, you naughty little puppy?"
6520You have stained your fingers and face with ink while writing-- is that why they call you dirty?
6520You tore your clothes while playing-- is that why they call you untidy?
6520You 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?"
6519And who has ever taught love to find bliss in renunciation?
6519Because it has been named as wave, shall it no longer be considered as water?
6519Before whom can that joy be uttered?
6519Do you know how the moments perform their adoration?
6519Even though the head itself must be given, why should you weep over it?"
6519From the beginning until the ending of time, there is love between Thee and me; and how shall such love be extinguished?
6519From what land do you come, O Swan?
6519He dwells at the heart of all things, so why take refuge in empty desolation?
6519He who has neither caste nor clan nor anything else-- how may I describe His glory?
6519His palace has a million gates, but there is a vast ocean between it and me: How shall I cross it, O friend?
6519How many are there who know the meaning of that word?
6519How shall I find words for the beauty of my Beloved?
6519I have wrapped the diamond in my cloak; why open it again and again?
6519If Ram be within the image which you find upon your pilgrimage, then who is there to know what happens without?
6519If the deep sleep of rest has come to your eyes, why waste your time making the bed and arranging the pillows?
6519If there be lust, how can love be there?
6519If you have not drunk of the nectar of that One Love, what boots it though you should purge yourself of all stains?
6519If your bonds be not broken whilst living, what hope of deliverance in death?
6519In the home is the true union, in the home is enjoyment of life: why should I forsake my home and wander in the forest?
6519In the midst of the chamber the harp of joy is gently and sweetly played; and where is the need of going without to hear it?
6519Is your Lord deaf?
6519Kabîr says:"But who knows whence the Word cometh?
6519No form, no body, no length, no breadth is seen there: how can I tell you that which it is?
6519None knows where it is: and who knows what the burden of its music may be?
6519O how can I say He is not like this, and He is like that?
6519O my friend, what have you done with this life?
6519O woman, what does it avail thee to dispute whether He is beyond all or in all?
6519O, Kazi, O Pundit, consider it well: what is there that is not in the soul?
6519Oh my heart, how could you turn from the smile of your Lord and wander so far from Him?
6519Tell me, Sir, where is the distinction?
6519Tell me, how couldst thou hold a wedding- feast, if the bridegroom himself were not there?
6519The Mullah cries aloud to Him: and why?
6519The Yogi dyes his garments with red: but if he knows naught of that colour of love, what does it avail though his garments be tinted?
6519The fire is in the wood; but who awakens it suddenly?
6519The night is over and gone, would you lose your day also?
6519The servant Kabîr asks you to consider; who is there that shall befriend you at the last?
6519The swan has taken its flight to the lake beyond the mountains; why should it search for the pools and ditches any more?
6519Then it turns to ashes, and where goes the force of the fire?
6519Then what is this love of mine?
6519There it is ever moonlight and never dark; and who speaks of one sun only?
6519There, there is neither body nor mind: and where is the place that shall still the thirst of the soul?
6519This is the Ultimate Word: but can any express its marvellous savour?
6519To whom shall I tell my sorrow?
6519When its load was light, the pan of the balance went up: now it is full, where is the need for weighing?
6519Where did your love have its rise?"
6519Where dwells that Supreme Spirit, and how does He have His sport with all created things?
6519Where knowledge is, can ignorance endure?
6519Where would you take your rest, O Swan, and what do you seek?
6519Who is there that will carry my news to my Beloved?
6519Whose name do you sing, and on whom do you meditate?
6519Why do you loose Him again and again?
6519Why put on the robe of the monk, and live aloof from the world in lonely pride?
6519You have slept for unnumbered ages; this morning will you not wake?
6519You have taken on your head the burden heavy with stones, and who is to lighten it for you?
6519Your Lord dwells within you: why need your outward eyes be opened?
6519_ Kabîr kab se bhaye vairâgî_ Gorakhnath asks Kabîr:"Tell me, O Kabîr, when did your vocation begin?
6519_ aisâ lo nahîn taisâ lo_ O How may I ever express that secret word?
6519_ angadhiyâ devâ_ O Lord Increate, who will serve Thee?
6519_ are man, dhîraj kâhe na dharai_ Why so impatient, my heart?
6519_ avadhû, mâyâ tajî na jây_ Tell me, Brother, how can I renounce Maya?
6519_ dariyâ kî lahar dariyâo hai jî_ The river and its waves are one surf: where is the difference between the river and its waves?
6519_ jo khodâ masjid vasat hai_ If God be within the mosque, then to whom does this world belong?
6519_ kaum muralî s''abd s''un ânand bhayo_ What is that flute whose music thrills me with joy?
6519_ khasm na cînhai bâwari_ O man, if thou dost not know thine own Lord, whereof art thou so proud?
6519_ kôi s''untâ hai jñânî râg gagan men_ Is there any wise man who will listen to that solemn music which arises in the sky?
6519_ main kâ se bûjhaun_ To whom shall I go to learn about my Beloved?
6519_ man mast huâ tab kyon bole_ Where is the need of words, when love has made drunken the heart?
6519_ man tu pâr utar kânh jaiho_ To what shore would you cross, O my heart?
6519_ mo ko kahân dhûnro bande_ O servant, where dost thou seek Me?
6519_ mohi tohi lâgî kaise chute_ How could the love between Thee and me sever?
6519_ ritu phâgun niyarânî_ The month of March draws near: ah, who will unite me to my Lover?
6519_ s''untâ nahî dhun kî khabar_ Have you not heard the tune which the Unstruck Music is playing?
6519_ satî ko kaun s''ikhâwtâ hai_ Who has ever taught the widowed wife to burn herself on the pyre of her dead husband?
6519_ sâdho, ko hai kânh se âyo_ Who are you, and whence do you come?
6519_ sûr parkâs'', tanh rain kahân pâïye_ Where is the night, when the sun is shining?
6519hold on your head, how can you be light?"
6519if you love indeed, then why do you sleep?
6519there is no traveller before you, there is no road: Where is the movement, where is the rest, on that shore?
6519to what shore will you fly?
6686But if there be thorns?
6686But if there by only cruel glances?
6686Do you in your lonely musing hear the message of the hereafter?
6686I am of an age with each, what matter if my hair turns grey?
6686Who 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?"
668621 Why did he choose to come to my door, the wandering youth, when the day dawned?
668623 Why do you sit there and jingle your bracelets in mere idle sport?
668625"Come to us, youth, tell us truly why there is madness in your eyes?"
668637 Would you put your wreath of fresh flowers on my neck, fair one?
66864 Ah me, why did they build my house by the road to the market town?
668652 Why did the lamp go out?
668653 Why do you put me to shame with a look?
668654 Where do you hurry with your basket this late evening when the marketing is over?
668663 Traveller, must you go?
668665 Is that your call again?
66867 O mother, the young Prince is to pass by our door,--how can I attend to my work this morning?
668681 Why do you whisper so faintly in my ears, O Death, my Death?
668685 Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence?
6686Ah, but, where is it?
6686Ah, where is the sunny green shore, where is your nest?
6686Ah, who has held me so long in delusion here?"
6686And we asked each other in dismay,"Is there a land beyond these hills where we live?"
6686Are you happy?
6686But where can you shelter under this open sky?
6686But 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?
6686But, gatekeeper, do you ask for your toll?
6686Do the flowers never drop on the dust in soft death in your garden?
6686Do the memories of vanished months of May linger in my limbs?
6686Do the silent- winged stars never climb the sky above your pitiless tower?
6686Do you call me?
6686Do you hear, he is gently shaking the chain which fastens the door?
6686Do you see the clouds wrapping the sky?
6686Do you see the clouds wrapping the sky?
6686Does the earth, like a harp, shiver into songs with the touch of my feet?
6686God sighed and complained,"Why does my servant wander to seek me, forsaking me?"
6686Has the evening no music of sleep at your gate?
6686Have you not finished your work yet, bride?
6686Have you not got ready the offering basket for the evening service?
6686Have you not lit the lamp in the cowshed?
6686Have you not put the red lucky mark at the parting of your hair, and done your toilet for the night?
6686He alighted at my door and asked in a tired voice,"Where is she?"
6686He stopped before my door and asked me with an eager cry,"Where is she?"
6686He struck his forehead wildly-- where, O where had he without knowing it achieved success?
6686How are you, my child?
6686How can the body touch the flower which only the spirit may touch?
6686How could I know that you could see me where I stood in the dark?
6686I ask myself,"Is it a dream?"
6686I had given all my day to you, cruel mistress, must you also rob me of my night?
6686I weep and ask my heart,"Why does he not come back?"
6686Is 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?
6686Is it then true that the mystery of the Infinite is written on this little forehead of mine?
6686Is it true that my lips are sweet like the opening bud of the first conscious love?
6686Is it true, is it true, that your love travelled alone through ages and worlds in search of me?
6686Is it wise to break one''s heart for the one who takes her heart away?
6686Is the time for your parting come?
6686Is 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?
6686Is this how you must woo and win me with the opiate of drowsy murmur and cold kisses, O Death, my Death?
6686Must you call me, you unquiet one?
6686Must your voice cut through it and smite me?
6686O bride, do you hear, the guest has come?
6686O traveller, what sleepless spirit has touched you from the heart of the mid- night?
6686One day a village boy came up and asked,"Tell me, where did you come at this golden chain about your waist?"
6686Says the free bird,"Among bars, where is there room to spread one''s wings?"
6686She glanced at them and said,"What strange things are these?
6686She raised her large eyes to my face and mutely asked,"Are you well, my friend?"
6686Should I neglect all this to gaze after one who has turned her back on me?
6686That 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?
6686The man said,"Who are ye that have fooled me so long?"
6686Traveller, must you go?
6686We asked in wonder,"Who are you?"
6686We 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?"
6686What 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?
6686What call from the dark urges you?
6686What can you expect when it is too late?
6686What folly is this?
6686What quenchless fire glows in your eyes?
6686What restless fever runs in your blood?
6686What will you have for your reward?
6686What will your duties be?
6686Where are its shores and its bottom?
6686Where do you hurry with your basket when the marketing is over?
6686Where do you hurry with your basket when the marketing is over?
6686Where is this hope for union except in thee, my God?
6686Who are you that follow me with stealthy silent steps?
6686Who can know that your eyelids have not been touched with lamp- black?
6686Who can strain the blue from the sky?
6686Who is it that comes slowly to my door and gently knocks?
6686Who knows the enchantment that can gather and shut it up again?
6686Whom do I try to clasp in my arms?
6686Why did he choose to come to my door?
6686Why did he choose to come to my door?
6686Why did the flower fade?
6686Why did the harp- string break?
6686Why did the stream dry up?
6686Why did you single me out and bring me away from the cool shelter of our common life?
6686Why did you swiftly turn your face and peep at me through your fluttering veil?
6686Why do you come at this late hour?
6686Why do you look at me amazed, mother?
6686Why do you look at me amazed, mother?
6686Why do you put me to shame with a look?
6686Why do you stir the water with your hands and fitfully glance at the road for some one in mere idle sport?
6686Will there be no proud ceremony for our wedding?
6686Will you not tie up with a wreath your tawny coiled locks?
6686You can not satisfy all our hungry hopes, but should I desert you for that?
7971And did they claim all the earth only for this?
7971But why rob me of my chance to serve you?
7971But why?
7971Contain what?
7971How do you know?
7971How should you ever have such luck again as to see the God in his chariot?
7971Is there any need?
7971My pitcher?
7971Was it only for this that they said it was the day of the Coming?
7971What does that child bring you?
7971What is great?
7971What work?
7971Who except God visits the poor?
7971Who is the fortunate mother,she cried,"that has clasped you in her arms and fed you at her breast, and whom your dear voice called''Mother''?"
7971Why must you?
7971--I said to Mind--"Is some one to come?"
797113 Whence do you bring this disquiet, my love?
797121 I"Why these preparations without end?"
797127 I was walking along a path overgrown with grass, when suddenly I heard from some one behind,"See if you know me?"
79713 It was growing dark when I asked her,"What strange land have I come to?"
797138 TRANSLATIONS FROM HINDI SONGS OF JNANADAS 1 Where were your songs, my bird, when you spent your nights in the nest?
7971A Mussulman the husband of a Brahmin woman?
7971A VOICE Where would you go, King?
7971A procession of palanquins entered the courtyard: but while we were asking,"Where is Jivaji?"
7971AMA Jivaji?
7971Ah, who is this whose arms enfold me?
7971All asked,"Where is the fairy bride?"
7971And what else?
7971Are the Gods gone mad?"
7971But may not tears keep ever fresh the memory of a glance flung through a passionate moment?
7971But what was there to see?
7971But where can I keep it safe from the trampling hours?
7971But who does ever understand?
7971But who was the woman whose heart caught fire from your shame and anger, and flared up in silence?
7971DEVAYANI But is it true you had eyes for nothing save your books?
7971DEVAYANI How"No"?
7971DEVAYANI Is it so easy for you to leave this forest, which through long years has lavished on you shade and song?
7971DEVAYANI Why not?
7971DEVAYANI You have, as you desired, won that rare knowledge coveted by the Gods;--but think, do you aspire after nothing further?
7971DHRITARASHTRA And what will that bring us?
7971DHRITARASHTRA Are you happy?
7971DHRITARASHTRA I ask you again, what happiness have you in winning the undivided kingdom?
7971DHRITARASHTRA Our own son, Duryodhana?
7971DHRITARASHTRA What will remain to us after that?
7971DHRITARASHTRA Whom, my queen?
7971Did it bring you any message from beyond life''s borders?
7971Dive into the bottom of your heart; does no timid wish lurk there, fearful lest it be blighted?
7971Do you only remember benefits?
7971GANDHARI Am I not his mother?
7971Has this same dream come this evening while I wake?
7971Have I not carried him under my throbbing heart?
7971He asked her in a whisper,"Tell me, what fairy art thou?"
7971He asked himself in wonder,"How do I deserve this?"
7971He comes at times when I am unprepared, yet how can I refuse him?
7971His bewildered mind sent abroad into the night the question,"Where is heaven?"
7971His father took him in his arms and the boy asked him,"Where is mother?"
7971How can solid facts permit such intrusion?
7971How can you call him_ husband_ who forcibly snatched you from Jivaji to whom you had been sacredly affianced?
7971I ask myself,"When shall I have another chance to whisper to her words with the rhythm of eternity in them?"
7971I asked impatiently;"was not this body good which is now lost to the world?"
7971I asked,"Child, why did you cry?"
7971I bowed my head and asked,"Is he coming?"
7971I felt angry and said,"That unopened letter with her name on it, and this palm- leaf fan bordered with red silk by her own hands, are they not real?"
7971I stood silent for some time till I said,"Have you lost all the great burden of your tears?"
7971I was bewildered and asked everybody I met,"What is that music in the breeze?"
7971I was speaking to you, my love, with mind barely conscious of my voice-- tell me, had it any meaning?
7971If you are only the haven, as they say, then what is the sea?
7971In contempt and anger, Mind said,"Why ask about things that are not?
7971Is love cheap?
7971Is only knowledge precious?
7971Is reaching the shore a greater prize than losing myself with you?
7971Is your heart lost to the Lover calling you across his immeasurable loneliness?
7971KACHA Devayani, tell me how I have offended?
7971KACHA Was it for this, Devayani, that I toiled, away from home and kindred, all these years?
7971KACHA What profit were there, proud woman, in knowing the truth?
7971KARNA Am I there to find my lost mother for ever?
7971KARNA But what brings you here alone, Mother of kings?
7971KARNA But what right have I to take it?
7971KARNA Fortunate mother of five brave kings, where can you find place for me, a small chieftain of lowly descent?
7971KARNA Must you, who once refused me a mother''s love, tempt me with a kingdom?
7971KARNA Then why did you banish me-- a castaway uprooted from my ancestral soil, adrift in a homeless current of indignity?
7971KARNA Where?
7971Kabir came back to his house disgraced, the woman fell at his feet crying,"Why accept such dishonour for my sake, master?
7971Let the pain glow fiercely, burst from the heart and beat back darkness, need you be afraid?
7971Love is lit from love as fire from fire, but whence came the first flame?
7971Mind asked me,"Poet, do you understand?"
7971Mind asked,"Have you any news?"
7971Must evening sweep this gleam of anguish away, as it will the last flicker of fire from the sunset?
7971On a morning of dark disquiet, when the birds are mute and their nests shake in the gust, I sit alone and ask myself,"Where is she?"
7971On a sudden my voice would send your heart quivering through your limbs-- have I never witnessed it?
7971Only tell me why you have come to- day to call me back to the ruins of a heaven wrecked by your own hands?
7971Ought it to be washed off by the rain, as treasured pollens are from heart- broken flowers?
7971RAMA Are you indeed a true wife?
7971RAMA Do you know how to die without flinching?
7971RAMA Husband?
7971RAMA To whom have you surrendered your honour?
7971RAMA Where would you go?
7971SOMAKA Master, why are you doomed to live in this muffled stagnant world?
7971SOMAKA Who are you?
7971SOMAKA Whose voice is that?
7971She sees the sun only for a few moments at mid- day, and asks herself in wise doubt,"Is it real?"
7971Tell me what you do on this bank so dry that it is agape with cracks?
7971Tell me whither you mean to lead?
7971Tell me, for whom do you wait?
7971Tell me, strange woman, what mystery binds my birth to you?
7971That you never broke off your studies to pay me homage with flowers, never lay in wait for a chance, of an evening, to help me water my flower- beds?
7971The delights blossom on all sides in every form, but where is your heart''s thread to make a wreath of them?
7971The girl asks,"What do you want?"
7971The girl takes it up, turns it round and asks,"What does it mean?"
7971The man says to her,"Would you lend me your pitcher?"
7971The mother of Arjuna?
7971The opening spirit has overtaken thee, canst thou remain a bud any longer?
7971The poet says,"Who can buy love without paying its price?
7971They ask me,"Who should fold us?"
7971Though you never make the shore, though you let me sink, why should I be foolish and afraid?
7971To what heaven, I wonder, have they carried in their flower- baskets those days that tingled to the lyrics of the king''s poet?
7971VINAYAKA Where will you go, Ama?
7971Vidyapati[2] asks,"Maiden, how are you to spend your days and nights without your lord?"
7971Was not all your pleasure stored therein?
7971Were these parts of a cruel conspiracy plotted in your Paradise?
7971Were you ever small, timid or in bud, Urvashi, O Youth everlasting?
7971What gifts have you brought in both hands to fling before me in the dust?
7971What if her beauty be of the figure and her smile merely of the face?
7971What make you here?
7971What makes you lose your heart to the sky-- the sky that is boundless?
7971What, benefits only!--and neither beauty nor love nor...?
7971When things were grown to a pile, when seven wings of his palace were complete, I said to Mind,"Is it not enough?"
7971Where will_ you_ take shelter?
7971Who says it is hard to forget?
7971Whom should they seek?
7971Why is such splendour about you to lure the heart of one who is nothing?
7971Why set a bottomless chasm between Arjuna and myself, turning the natural attachment of kinship to the dread attraction of hate?
7971Would you know them, friend, if the words were colourless?
7971Would you know them, friend, if there were no tune?
7971You can go back to your work and your glory, but what is left for me?
7971and even lead you to slight a Brahmin''s blessing?"
7971and why should my name take such music from her tongue as to draw my heart out to him and his brothers?
7971she asks,"to draw water?"