Cats sleep, anywhere, Any table, any chair
A KOKILA called from a henna-spray:
Lira! liree! Lira! liree!
LORD of the lotus, lord of the harvest,
Bright and munificent lord of the morn!
The door was shut, as doors should be,
Before you went to bed last night;
The thrush is in the wattle tree, an', "O, you pretty dear!"
He's callin' to his little wife for all the bush to hear.
Through brute nature upward rising, Seed up-striving to the light,
What have you got in your knapsack fair,
White moon, bright moon, pearling the air,
The magpie's mood is never surly every morning, wakening early,
Far from the trouble and toil of town,
Where the reed beds sweep and shiver,
QUEEN GULNAAR sat on her ivory bed,
Around her countless treasures were spread;
Fair tree of winter! fresh and flowering,
When all around is dead and dry;
Thought I was free
of passion, so this melancholy
THE moon upon the wide sea
Placidly looks down,
Lord of the winds! I feel thee nigh,
I know thy breath in the burning sky!
Autumn: the year breathes dully towards its death,
beside its dying sacrificial fire;
Ud Jayega Huns Akela, Jug Darshan Ka Mela
by Kabir
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What ancestors unite
Here in this red and white
A blushing wild pink rose,
By tangled woods and ways,
The strong shore is my beloved
And I am his sweetheart.
The autumn time is with us. Its approach
Was heralded, not many days ago,
Our boat to the waves go free,
By the bending tide, where the curled wave breaks,
On the rugged water shed
At the top of the bridle track
Sempre caro mi fu quest'ermo colle
E questa siepe che da tanta parte
This is the place. Stand still, my steed,
Let me review the scene,
Love lies bleeding in the bed whereover
Roses lean with smiling mouths or pleading:
A monk sips morning tea,
it's quiet,
SEE how the speckled sky burns like a pigeon's throat, Jewelled with embers of opal and peridote.
At a hermitage: A cool fall night;
I saw a ship a-sailing,
A-sailing on the sea;
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