I was not aware of the momentwhen I first crossed the threshold of this life.What was the power that made…
Ah, who was it coloured that little frock, my child, and coveredyour sweet limbs with that little red tunic?You have…
The sleep that flits on baby's eyes-does anybody know from whereit comes? Yes, there is a rumour that it has…
The night was dark when she went away, and the slept.The night is dark now, and I call for her,…
Imagine, mother, that you are to stay at home and I am to travelinto strange lands.Imagine that my boat is…
"Come and hire me," I cried, while in the morning I was walking on the stone-paved road.Sword in hand, the…
Lips' language to lips' ears.Two drinking each other's heart, it seems.Two roving loves who have left home,pilgrims to the confluence…
The morning sea of silence broke into ripples of bird songs;and the flowers were all merry by the roadside;and the…
Mother, let us imagine we are travelling, and passing through astrange and dangerous country.You are riding in a palanquin and…
I want to give you something, my child, for we are drifting in thestream of the world.Our lives will be…