Short Poems

Prepar'd to rail, and quite resolv'd to part,
What magick is it awes my trembling Heart?
At that fair vision all resentments fly,
And on my tongue halfe-form'd reproaches dye,
My melting Soul one tender Glance disarms,
I faint—and find all Heaven within his arms.

Had I the wild bird's wing
It should not beat the wind
To leave so far behind
Miyoshino, white with snow-flowers of Spring.

O Sants, I found so shining a lover, whose body outshines a million suns.
Bedewed with the nectar of love, delight, immortality: the fan of wisdom swings night and day.
Sohang is sung, our bridal hymn of blessing: the Lord of the ocean of bliss is embraced.
The reflection of the Sat Purusa shines so bright: a million suns and moons are offered to His Splendour.
By the clear shining of the Unconditioned's splendour—Kesava says, He is my Lover.

How can they write or paint
In a country where it
Would be nicer to be
Fed intravenously?

He who would rear a palace for his pride
Oft feasted in its halls, though none remain.
Who dreamed to lift to God a perfect fane
Sculptured one deathless pillar ere he died.

Ye people all in one accord
Clap hands and eke rejoice;
Be glad and sing unto the Lord
With sweet and pleasant voice.
Sing praises to our God, sing praise,
Sing praises to our King,
For God is King of all the earth,
All thankful praises sing.

Again maternal Autumn grieves,
As blood-like drip the maple leaves
On Nature's Calvary,
And every sap-forsaken limb
Renews the mystery of Him
Who died upon a Tree.

When head and heart are busy, say,
What better can be found?
Who neither loves nor goes astray,
Were better under ground.

Pay respect to the whole: individuals only I honour:
But each one I regard only as part of a whole.

Welche Religion ich bekenne? Keine von allen,
Die du mir nennst!—Und warum keine?—Aus Religion.