'Tis thy Spirit calls thee—come away!
I have sought thee through the weary day,
NOW hath my life across a stormy sea
Like a frail bark reached that wide port where all
I'd rather see a sermon than hear one any day;
I'd rather one should walk with me than merely tell the way.
When the creation was new and all the stars shone in their first
splendor, the gods held their assembly in the sky and sang
In his malodorous brain what slugs and mire,
Lanthorned in his oblique eyes, guttering burned!
The strong shore is my beloved
And I am his sweetheart.
Music is silenced, the dark descending slowly
Has stripped unending skies of all companions.
If you show patience, I'll rid you of this virtue.
If you fall asleep, I'll rub the sleep from your eyes.
WHAT wondrous noise is heard around!
Through heaven exulting voices sound,
WHERE Spring, the lord of the seasons, reigneth, there the Unstruck Music sounds of itself,
There the streams of light flow in all directions;
In the night of weariness
let me give myself up to sleep without struggle,
O Lord who is there besides You who will hear my cry?
Strange is my petition: a poor man, I, I seek to become a king...
Who does his task from day to day
And meets whatever comes his way,
I heard a padshah giving orders to kill a prisoner. The helpless
fellow began to insult the king on that occasion of despair, with
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O, let me be alone a while,
No human form is nigh.
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
I shall be satisfied
With the seeing of thy face.
If Mary came would Mary
Forgive, as Mothers may,
No me mueve, mi Dios, para quererte
el cielo que me tienes prometido,
O LORD Increate, who will serve Thee?
Every votary offers his worship to the God of his own creation: each day he receives service--
Then one of the judges of the city stood forth and said, "Speak to us of Crime and Punishment." And he answered saying:
BETWEEN the poles of the conscious and the unconscious, there has the mind made a swing: Thereon hang all beings and all worlds, and
And a merchant said, "Speak to us of Buying and Selling."
And he answered and said:
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
In the end, the mountains of imagination were nothing
but a house.
Now the day is over,
Night is drawing nigh,
Sunshine and shadow and laughter and tears,
These are forever the paints of the years,
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
That I should make much of myself and turn it on all sides,
thus casting colored shadows on thy radiance
He it is, the innermost one,
who awakens my being with his deep hidden touches.
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