see so deeply within myself.
Not needing my eyes, I can see everything clearly.
Today, like every day, we are ruined, ruined (by "wine").
Don't open the door of worry, but take up the lute!
Take my arm
and keep up your promise!
"On the departure of rainy season bechanced is autumn with a heart-pleasingly bloomed lotus as her face, betokening the heart-pleasing face of a new bride, and
Mother, when will my hair-braid grow?
milk you said will make it grow,
Oh that I might capture the essence of this deep midwinter night
And fold it softly into the waft of a spring-moon quilt,
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep.
My body, in its withering, may become a lovely swallow.
Under the eaves of my loved one's home I'll build my nest of twigs.
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At dawn a cry through all the tavern shrilled,
Unbreakable, O Lord,
Is the love
Sleep has not visited me the whole night,
Will the dawn ever come?
you make the fire
and I’ll show you something wonderful:
There was a verdant pasture somewhere
Whose land was the very picture of beauty
O mother mine, Dau (Balram)forever teases me.
you never gave birth to me,
Eightfold rising clouds build an eightfold fence
Mira danced with ankle-bells on her feet.
People said Mira was mad; my mother-in-law
This aloneness is worth more than a thousand lives.
This freedom is worth more than all the lands on earth.
TELL me, O Swan, your ancient tale.
From what land do you come, O Swan? to what shore will you fly?
There is a community of the spirit.
Join it, and feel the delight
Can you find another market like this?
Where,
There's courage involved if you want
to become truth.
Listen, my friend, this road is the heart opening,
kissing his feet, resistance broken, tears all night.
The dagger of love has pierced my heart.
I was going to the river to fetch water,
Awake, Krishna,
awake the lotus-petals
Mind, I have a question for you — How is it you stay so young?
As the years pile up on my body, you too should grow old.
Your naturally beautiful reflection will gain entry into the clear waters of the
Gambhira River, as into a clear mind. Therefore it is not fitting that you, ou
My pony and I go to Songdo,
where Koryo reigned five hundred years.
If you want what visible reality
can give, you're an employee.
Should I blame the moon
For bringing forth this sadness,
A sake barrel,
Born without hands, makes merry —
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