Poems about Eastern

• Krishna Approaches Radha

  Krishna said, 'O fair beauty, who are you?
  Where do you live? Whose daughter are you?

  by Sant Surdas 13 lines
• Unbreakable

  Unbreakable, O Lord,
  Is the love

  by Mirabai 15 lines
• Any Lifetime

  Any lifetime that is spent without seeing the master
  Is either death in disguise or a deep sleep.

  by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi 4 lines, 2 comments
• In the End

  In the end, the mountains of imagination were nothing
  but a house.

  by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi 5 lines
• Poem 8

  THE river and its waves are one
  surf: where is the difference between the river and its waves?

  by Kabir 6 lines
• Any Soul That Drank the Nectar

  Any soul that drank the nectar of your passion was lifted.
  From that water of life he is in a state of elation.

  by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi 4 lines, 1 comment
• The Taste of Morning

  Time's knife slides from the sheath,
  as fish from where it swims.

  by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi 13 lines
• The Monk Saigyo

  Should I blame the moon
  For bringing forth this sadness,

  by Saigyo 5 lines, 4 comments
• My pony and I

  My pony and I go to Songdo,
  where Koryo reigned five hundred years.

  by Kil Chae 7 lines, 1 comment
• The Dagger

  The dagger of love has pierced my heart.
  I was going to the river to fetch water,

  by Mirabai 12 lines
• Poem 7

  O LORD Increate, who will serve Thee?
  Every votary offers his worship to the God of his own creation: each day he receives service--

  by Kabir 7 lines
• Not Intrigued With Evening

  What the material world values does
  not shine the same in the truth of the soul.

  by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi 16 lines
• Mira Danced with Ankle Bells

  Mira danced with ankle-bells on her feet.
  People said Mira was mad; my mother-in-law

  by Mirabai 10 lines
• Nanda's Darling Child

  Who can contain his joy, say, on seeing the lotus-like lovely face of Nanda's darling child when he awakes?
  His beauty infatuates sages,and destroys the prid

  by Sant Surdas 4 lines
• Eightfold Fence.

  Eightfold rising clouds
  build an eightfold fence

  by Anonymous Asian 8 lines, 2 comments
• Sleep of the Body the Soul's Awakening

  Every night Thou freest our spirits from the body
  And its snare, making them pure as rased tablets.

  by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi 23 lines
• The Dark One Is Krishna

  Thick overhead
  clouds of the monsoon,

  by Mirabai 16 lines, 1 comment
• There is a Way

  There is a way between voice and presence
  where information flows.

  by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi 4 lines
• A Mountain Station

  I bought a run a while ago,
  On country rough and ridgy,

  by A B 'Banjo' Paterson 52 lines
• Listen

  Listen, my friend, this road is the heart opening,
  kissing his feet, resistance broken, tears all night.

  by Mirabai 12 lines
• Breakfast

  O Hari, 'tis morn, awake, there's water in the jar for you to wash your face no need to hurry there's plenty of time.
  I'll bring you whatever you like for yo

  by Sant Surdas 4 lines
• Ch 01 Manner Of Kings Story 01

  I heard a padshah giving orders to kill a prisoner. The helpless
  fellow began to insult the king on that occasion of despair, with

  by Sa di 32 lines, 1 comment
• Poem 9

  WHERE Spring, the lord of the seasons, reigneth, there the Unstruck Music sounds of itself,
  There the streams of light flow in all directions;

  by Kabir 11 lines
• Come To My Pavilion

  Come to my pavilion, O my King.
  I have spread a bedmade of

  by Mirabai 9 lines, 1 comment
• A drum beats

  A drum beats in the far temple; I think it's in the clouds.
  Is it above the meadow and hill, perhaps below the sky?

  by Anonymous Asian 3 lines, 5 comments
• Taraana-e-Milli

  Cheen-o-Arab hamara, Hindustan hamara
  

  by Muhammed Iqbal 44 lines
• Poem 15

  LAMPS burn in every house, O blind one! and you cannot see them.
  One day your eyes shall suddenly be opened, and you shall see: and the fetters of death will f

  by Kabir 8 lines
• The Arrow of His Glance

  Friend, the arrow of his glance struck
  my eyes;

  by Mirabai 12 lines
• Having Seen Them Long

  Having seen them long,
  I hold the flowers so dear

  by Saigyo 5 lines, 9 comments
• Your Slander Is Sweet

  Rana, to me your slander is sweet.
  Some praise me, some blame me. I

  by Mirabai 21 lines

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