The moon goes back to the time of Ch'in, the wall to the time of Han,
And the road our troops are travelling goes back three hundred miles. . . .
Oh, for the Winged General at the Dragon City -
That never a Tartar horseman might cross the Yin Mountains!
Siger du: skynd dig! saa gjør jeg det, Hidyle, skjøndt at
Flux udmattet du veed smelter den yppige Kraft
Byd mig heller at tøve, desmere stiger min Styrke
Og hvis selv du har Hast, siig det, saa giver jeg Tid.
Es del manto de Dios vellón caído
Que ha enredado en las cumbres la tormenta
Para mullir del huracán el nido
Cuando en la noche azul plácido alienta.
How quiet
It is in this sick room
Where on the bed
A silent woman lies between two lovers-
Life and Death,
And all three covered with a sheet of pain.
'What did she leave?' . . .
Only these hungry miser-words, poor heart!
Not 'Did she love?' 'Did she suffer?' 'Was she sad
From this green, bright and tossing world to part?'
No word of 'Do they miss her? do they grieve?'
Only this wolf-thought for the gold she had . . .
'What did she leave?'
Should you, in this body, seek
The Supreme Self that dwells within,
Greed and illusion soon removed,
A halo of glory will surround
this very body of yours.
Should you not shun inner anger,
How can you, your external wrath ?
Unless you cleanse you inner mind
You'll lead an ostriched life !
Should e'er the loveless day remain
Obscured by storms of hail and rain,
Thy charms thou showest never;
I tap at window, tap at door:
Come, lov'd one, come! appear once more!
Thou art as fair as ever!
I took my girlfriend to your last poetry reading,
she said.
yes, yes? I asked.
she's young and pretty, she said.
and? I asked.
she hated your
guts.
কোথায় স্বর্গ, কোথায় নরক, কে বলে তা বহুদূর?
মানুষেরি মাঝে স্বর্গ নরক, মানুষেতে সুরাসুর!
রিপুর তাড়নে যখনই মোদের বিবেক পায় গো লয়,
আত্মগ্লানির নরক-অনলে তখনি পুড়িতে হয়।
প্রীতি ও প্রেমের পূণ্য বাঁধনে যবে মিলি পরষ্পরে,
স্বর্গ আসিয়া দাঁড়ায় তখন আমাদেরি কুঁড়ে ঘরে।
