The voice of wayside pansies, that do not attract the careless glance, murmurs in these desultory lines.
By the secluded paths, the violet sentiments are hard to woo That careless glances, that do not attract the careless glance, murmurs complaints in these desultory lines.
In the drowsy dark caves of the mind dreams build their nest with fragments dropped from day's caravan. dreams build their nest with fragments dropped from day's caravan.
Spring scatters the petals of flowers that are not for the fruits of the future, but for the moment's whim. not for the fruits of the future, but for the moment's whim.
Joy freed from the bond of earth's slumber rushes into numberless leaves, and dances in the air for a day.
Joy freed from the bond of earth's slumber rushes into numberless leaves, and dances in the air for a day.
Joy rushes into numberless leaves, and dances in the air for a day.
My words that are slight may lightly dance upon time's waves, when my works heavy with import have gone down.
My words are slight that may lightly dance upon time's waves, when my works heavy with import have gone down.
Mind's underground moths grow filmy wings and take a farewell flight in the sunset sky.
Mind's moths grow filmy wings and take a farewell flight in the sunset sky.
The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
My thoughts, like sparks, ride on winged surprises, carrying a single laughter. The tree gazes in love at its own beautiful shadow which yet it
My thoughts, like sparks, ride on winged surprises, carrying a single laughter. The tree gazes in love at its own beautiful shadow which yet it can never grasp.
My thoughts, like sparks, ride on winged surprises, carrying a single laughter.
The trees gazed at its beautiful shadow which yet it never can grasp.
Let my love, like sunlight, surround you and yet give you illumined freedom.
Days are coloured bubbles that float upon the surface of fathomless night.
My offerings are too timid to claim your remembrance, and therefore you may remember them.
Leave out my name from the gift if it be a burden, but keep my song.
If my name becomes a burden, wipe it from this gift, but keep my poetry.
April, like a child, writes hieroglyphs on dust with flowers, wipes them away and forgets.
Memory, the priestess, kills the present and offers it heart to the shrine of the dead past.
From the solemn gloom of the temple children run From the solemn gloom of the temple children run out to sit in the dust, God watchess them play and forget the priest.
From the solemn gloom of the temple children run out to sit in the dust, God watchess them play and forget the priest.
Memory, the priestess, kills the present and offers it heart to the shrine of the dead past. heart to honor the altar of the old days that have passed away.
Children leapt out of the solemn temple and sat in the dust as God watched them play, forgetting the priestess.
My mind starts up at some flash on the flow of its thoughts, like a brook at a sudden liquid note of its own that is never repeated.
My mind is suddenly animated in the tide of its thoughts by a flash of light, like a brook at a sudden liquid note of its own that is never repeated.
In the mountain, stillness surges up to explore its own height; in the lake, movement stands still to contemplate its own depth. "On top of the mountain, stillness surges up to explore its own height; in the lake, movement stands still to contemplate its own depth.
The mountain, stillness surges up to explore its own height; in the lake, movement stands still to contemplate its own depth.
The departing night's one kiss on the closed eyes of morning glows in the star of down.
The fading night kisses the closed eyes of morning, and the kiss is transformed into the dazzling light of the star.
Maiden, thy beauty is like a fruit which is yet to mature, tense with an unyielding secret.
Maiden, thy beauty is like a fruit which is yet to mature, tense with an unyielding secret.
Sorrow that has lost its memory is like the dumb dark hours that have no bird song, but only the cricket's chirp. hours that have no bird song, but only the cricket's chirp.
Bigotry tries to keep truth safe in its hand with a grip that kills it.
Wishing to hearten a timid lamp great night lights all her stars.
Wishing to hearten a timid lamp great night lights all her stars.
"Prejudice" tries to keep truth safe in its hand with a grip that kills it.
The desire to light a shy lamp great night lights all her stars.
The desire to light a shy lamp great night lights all her stars.
The desire to light a shy lamp great night lights all her stars.
Though he holds in his arms the earthbride, the sky is ever immensely away.
God seeks comrades and claims love, the devil seeks slaves and claims obedience.
God seeks comrades and claims love, the devil seeks slaves and claims obedience.
The soil in return for her service keeps the tree tied to her, the sky asks nothing and leaves it free.
The sky asks nothing and leaves it free.
Jewel like the immortal does not boast of its length of years but of the scintillating point of its moment. It is the light that shines in the moment.
The child ever dwells in the mystery of ageless time, unobscured by the dust of history.
A light laughter in the steps of creation carries it swiftly across time.
One who was distant came near to me in the morning, and still nearer when taken away by night.
White and pink oleanders meet and make merry in different dialects.
White oleanders and pink oleanders meet unexpectedly, and though the dialects are different, laughter overflows.
When peace is active sweeping its dirt, it is storm.
When peace is excitedly sweeping its dirt, it is storm.
The lake lies low by the hill, a tearful entreaty of love at the foot of the inflexible.
The lake lies low by the hill, a tearful entreaty of love at the foot of the inflexible.
There smiles the Divine Child among his playthings of unmeaning clouds and ephemeral lights and shadows.
The holy child plays and smiles amidst dull clouds and swiftly changing floating lights and shadows.
The breeze whispers to the lotus,
"What is thy secret?"
"It is myself," says the lotus, "steal it and I disapper!"
The breeze whispers to the lotus,
"What is thy secret?"
The waterlily replied, "It is myself; you have stolen it, and I am gone!"
The freedom of the storm and the bondage of the stem join hands in the dance of swaying branches.
The jasmine's lisping of love to the sun is her flowers.
The tyrant claims freedom to kill freedom and yet to keep it for himself.
The tyrant proclaims freedom in order to kill freedom, but he himself possesses it.
Gods, tired of their paradise, envy man.
Clouds are hills in vapour, hills are clouds in stone - a phantasy in time's dream.
The mountains of smoke and haze converge into clouds, and the clouds of stone condense into mountains, a phantasy in time's dream. This is a phantasy in time's dream.
While God waits for His temple to be built of love, men bring stones.
God looks forward to building His temple with love, but people come with stones.
I touch God in my song as the hill touches the far away sea with its waterfall.
Light finds her treasure of colours through the antagonism of clouds.
Light finds her treasure of colors in the antagonism of clouds.
My heart today smiles at its past night of tears like a wet tree glistening in the sun after the rain is over.
My heart of the day smiles in the face of its tears last night, like a damp tree shining in the sunlight after the rain.
I have thanked the trees that have made my life fruitful, but have failed to remember the grass that has ever kept it green. trees, but have forgotten the grass that has ever kept it green.
The one without second is emptiness, the other one makes it true.
The one without second is emptiness, the other one makes it true.
Life's errors cry for the merciful beauty that can modulate their isolation into a harmony with the whole.
Many of life's errors cry for the merciful beauty that can modulate their isolation into a harmony with the whole. its isolation into a harmony with the whole.
They expect thanks for the banished nest because their cage is shapely and secure.
In love I pay my endless debt to thee for what thou art.
Whatever thou art, my endless debt is paid in love.
The pond sends up its lyrics from its dark in lilies, and the sun says, they are good.
Your calumny against the great is impious,
it hurts yourself;
against the small it is mean,
for it hurts the victim.
It hurts yourself;
against the small it is mean,
for it hurts the victim.
The vilification of great men is ungodly,
it hurts yourself;
against the small it is mean,
for it hurts the victim.
The first flower that blossomed on this earth was an invitation to the unborn song.
The first flower that blossomed on the earth was an invitation to the song of the future.
Dawn - the many coloured flower - fades, and then simple light fruit, the sun appears. -the many coloured flower - fades, and then simple light fruit, the sun appears.
The muscle that has a doubt of its wisdom throttles the voice that would cry.
The wind tries to take the flame by storm only to blow it out.
Life's play is swift. Life's playthings fall behind one by one and are forgotten.
Life's playthings fall behind one by one and are forgotten.
My flower, seek not thy paradise in a fool's buttonhole.
My flower, seek not thy paradise in a fool's buttonhole.
Thou hast risen late, my crescent moon, but my night bird is still awake to greet thee.
Darkness is the veiled bride silently waiting for the errant light to return to her bosom.
Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.
The forests are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.
The burden of self is lightened when I laugh at myself.
The burden of selfishness is eased when I laugh at myself.
The weak can be terrible because they try furiously to appear strong.
The weak can also be feared because they are desperate to appear strong.
The wind of heaven blows, the anchor desperately clutches the mud, and my boat is beating its breast against the chain. the mud, and my boat is beating its breast against the chain.
The winds of paradise are desperately clutches the mud, and my boat is beating its breast against the chain.
The spirit of death is one, the spirit of life is many.
When God is dead religion becomes one.
When God is dead religion becomes one.
The blue of the sky longs for the earth's green, the wind between them sighs, "Alas."
The azure of the firmament longs for the earth's green, the wind between them sighs, "Alas."
Day's pain muffled by its own glare, burns among stars in the night.
The stars crowd round the virgin night in silent awe at her loneliness that can never be touched.
The stars crowd round the virgin night in silent awe at her loneliness that can never be touched.
The cloud gives all its gold to the departing sun and greets the rising moon with only a pale smile.
The cloud pours all its gold to the setting sun and greets the rising moon with only a pale smile.
He who does good comes to the temple gate, he who loves reaches the shrine.
He who does good stands at the temple gate, he who loves reaches the shrine.
Flower, have pity for the worm, it is not a bee, its love is a blunder and burden.
O flower, have pity for the worm, it is not a bee, its love is only a blunder and annoyance.
With the ruins of terror's triumph children build their doll's house.
The lamp waits through the long day of neglect for the flame's kiss in the night.
The lamp waits through the long, cold day for the flame's kiss in the night.
Feathers in the dust lying lazily content have forgotten their sky.
The flower which is single need not envy the thorns that are numerous.
The lone flower need not envy the thorns that are numerous.
The world suffers most from the disinterested tyranny of its well wisher.
The world suffers most from the disinterested tyranny of its well wisher.
We gain freedom when we have paid the full price for our right to live.
True freedom is won when we have paid the full price for our right to live.
Your careless gifts of a moment, like the meteors of an autumn night, catch fire the depth of my being.
The gifts of a moment, like the meteors of an autumn night, catch fire the depth of my being.
The faith waiting in the heart of a seed promises a miracle of life which it cannot prove at once.
The faith waiting in the heart of a seed promises a miracle of life which it cannot prove at once.
Spring hesitates at winter's door, but the mango blossom rashly runs out to him before her time and meets her doom.
Spring lingers at the harsh winter's door, but the mango blossom rashly runs out to him before her time and meets her doom.
The world is the ever changing foam that floats on the surface of a sea of silence.
The two separated shores mingle their voices in a song of unfathomed tears.
As a river in the sea, work finds its perfection in the depth of leisure.
It is like a river in the sea, labor finds its perfection in the depth of leisure.
I lingered on my way till thy cherry tree lost its blossom, but the azalea brings to me, my love, thy forgiveness.
The azalea brings to me, my love, thy forgiveness.
Thy shy little pomegranate bud, blushing today behind her veil, will burst into a passionate flower tomorrow when I am away. bud, blushing today behind her veil, will burst into a passionate flower tomorrow when I am away.
The clumsiness of power spoils the key, and uses the pickaxe.
Power clumsily spoils the key, and goes so far as to make use of the crane hoe.
Birth is from the mystery of night into the greater mystery of day.
These paper boats of mine are meant to dance on the ripples of hours, and not to reach any destination.
My little paper boats are willing to dance on the ripples of hours, but do not want to reach any port.
Migratory songs wing from my heart and seek their nests in your voice of love.
Migratory songs wing from my heart and seek their nests in your voice of love.
The sea of danger, doubt and denial around man's little island of certainty challenges him to dare the unknown. surrounds man's little island of certainty challenges him to dare the unknown.
Love punishes when it forgives, and injured beauty by its awful silence.
You live alone and unrecompensed because they are afraid of your great worth.
You live alone and unrecompensed because they are afraid of your great worth.
The same sun is newly born in new lands in a ring of endless dawns.
God's world is ever renewed by death, a Titan's ever crushed by its own existence.
The gods are born through death, a Titan's ever crushed by its own existence.
The glow worm while exploring the dust
never knows that stars are in the sky.
The glow worm while exploring the dust
never knows that stars are in the sky.
The tree is of today, the flower is old,
it brings with is the message of the immemorial seed. news of the seed of the earth and the sky.
Each rose that comes brings me greetings from the Rose of an eternal spring, God honors me when I work, He loves me when I sing.
Each blossoming rose gives me blessings from the Rose of an eternal spring, God honors me when I work, He loves me when I sing. God gives me glory when I work and He loves me when I sing.
My love of to day finds no home in the nest deserted by yesterday's love.
In the nest deserted by yesterday's love, my love of to day has no home.
The fire of pain traces for my soul a luminous path across her sorrow.
The grass survives the hill through its resurrections from countless deaths.
Thou hast vanished from my reach, leaving an impalpable touch in the blue of the sky, an invisible image in the wind moving among the shadows.
Thou hast vanished from my reach, leaving an impalpable touch in the blue of the sky, an invisible image in the wind moving among the shadows.
In pity for the desolate branch spring leaves to it a kiss that fluttered in a lonely leaf.
Spring pity for the desolate branch and left it a kiss that had moved a lonely leaf.
The sky shadow in the garden loves the sun in silence, Flowers guess the secret, and smile, while the leaves whisper. the secret, Flowers guess the secret, and smile, while the leaves whisper.
I leave no trace of wings in the air, but I am glad I have had my flight.
The fireflies, twinkling among leaves, make the stars wonder.
The fireflies flicker in the bushes, making the stars wonder.
The mountain remains unmoved at its seeming defeat by the mist.
The mountain is superficially defeated by the clouds, but in fact remains unmoved.
While the rose said to the sun, "I shall ever remember thee," her petals fell to the dust. "I shall ever remember thee," her petals fell to the dust.
Hills are the earth's gesture of despair for the unreachable.
Hills are the earth's gesture of despair for the unreachable.
Though the thorn in thy flower pricked me, O Beauty, I am grateful.
Though the thorn in thy flower pricked me, O Beauty, I am grateful.
The world knows that the few are more than the many.
The world knows that the few are more powerful than the many.
Let not my love be a burden on you, my friend, know that it pays itself.
Let not my love be a burden on you, my friend, understand that it pays itself.
Dawn plays her lute before the gate of darkness, and naturally vanish when the sun comes out.
Beauty is truth's smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.
The dew drop knows the sun only within its own tiny orb.
The dew drop thinks that the sun exists only within its own round and tiny body.
Forlorn thoughts from the forsaken hive of all ages, swarming in thd air, hum round my heart and seek my voice. My heart, humming round my heart and seeking my voice.
Desperate thoughts fly from hives deserted for generations, dance in the sky, hum round my heart and seek my voice.
The desert is imprisoned the wall of its unbounded barrenness.
In the thrill of little leaves I see the air's invisible dance, and in their glimmering the secret heart beats of the sky.
The gentle thrill of little leaves makes me appreciate the invisible dance of the sky.
Little leaves I see the air's invisible dance, and in their glimmering the secret heart beats of the sky.
You are like a flowering tree, amazed when I praise you for your gifts.
You are like a flowering tree, amazed when I praise you for your gifts.
The earth's scarifical fire flames up in her tress, scattering sparks in flowers.
Forests, the clouds of earth, hold their silence up to the sky, and clouds from above come down in resonant showers. The clouds of the firmament sound with their ****.
The world speaks to me in pictures, my soul answers in music.
The world speaks to me in pictures, my soul answers in music.
The sky tells its beads all night on the countless stars in memory of the sun.
The sky tells its beads all night on the countless stars in memory of the sun.
The darkness of night, like pain, is dumb, the darkness of dawn, like peace, is silent.
The darkness of night, like pain, is dumb; the darkness of dawn, like peace, is silent.
Pride engraves his frowns in stones, love offers her surrender in flowers.
Pride engraves his displeasure in stones, love offers her surrender in flowers.
The obsequious brush curtails truth in deference to the canvas which is narrow.
The hill in its longing for the far away sky wishes to be like the cloud with its endless urge of seeking.
To justify their own spilling of ink they spell the day as night.
To justify their own spilling of ink they spell the day as night.
Profit smiles on goodness when the good is profitable.
Profit smiles on goodness when the good is profitable.
In its swelling pride the bubble doubts the truth of the sea, and laughs and bursts into emptiness.
Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it.
Love has an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it.
My clouds, sorrowing in the dark, forget that they themselves have hided the sun.
My clouds, sorrowing in the dark, forget that they themselves have hid the sun.