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Poems about Eastern
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Mother, the moon I want as my toy.
I will roll on the floor,
Krishna awoke;
Yashoda was enraptured to see his face blooming as a lotus that captures the rising sun's first rays. Taking off the coverlet she said, 'awake
Kanha, don't go so far to play,
you do not know the 'hau' is here,
Harun-ur-Rashid said when the country of Egypt was surrendered to him: \
Whatever is a devotee's
caste, clan, family, or name,
Krishna awake, for the day has dawned:
large, deep and lotus-like,
My negligence and backwardness in diligent attendance at the royal court resemble the case of Barzachumihr, whose merits the sages of India were discussing but
Yasoda lulling Hari to sleep,
Shaking the cradle, cuddling and fondling,
It is narrated that one of the kings of Persia had stretched forth
his tyrannical hand to the possessions of his subjects and had begun
See the greatness of Krishna;
though Lord, Father and Master of the world
The voice falters
when it sings of the deeds of the Lord
Mohan's begun to say 'Maiya Maiya,'
And 'Baba Baba' to Nanda,
Do you still sleep in this valley, at rest under thriving grass?
Where have those rosy cheeks gone, do your bleached bones remember?
Parted nightlong from his beloved child
Nanda could no longer restrain himself
Kanha walks
Two steps at a time,
Kanha eats in Yasoda's lap.
some he eats, some he drops,
I saw at the palace-gate of Oglimish the son of a military officer
who was endued with marvellous intellect, sagacity, perception and
Hands stretched out hesitantly,
A foot on the ground unstably,
Mohan comes herding the cows,
crown of peacock feathers on his head,
'Tis morn, O Krishna, awake, all the pretty young milkmaids are calling for you; arise O Braj's prince, The sun is up in the sky, the moon pales, the tender tam
A man had attained great excellence in the art of wrestling, who knew three hundred and sixty exquisite tricks and daily exhibited something new. He had a parti
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Under the moonlight, cuckoo cried as if it coughed up blood.
The sad voice kept me waking up,
Snowfall blankets the mountain village and buries my rocky lane.
No need to open the brushwood gate, none will come to see me.
I was constantly engaged in prayer, at the head of the prophet
Yahia's tomb in the cathedral mosque of Damascus, when one of the Arab
It is narrated that a tyrant who purchased wood from dervishes forcibly gave it away to rich -people gratuitously. A pious man passing near said:
Thou art a
Again, the bride of imagination can for want of beauty not lift up her head nor raise her eyes from the feet of bashfulness to appear in the assembly of persons
O thou Perfect Being, Source whence wisdom's mysteries arise;
Things, the issue of thine essence, show wherein thy nature lies.
Tulip-cheeked ones over rosy field and plain stray all around;
Mead and garden cross they, looking wistful each way, all around.
I was sitting in a vessel with a company of great men when a boat which contained two brothers happened to sink near us. One of the great men promised a hundred
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