You business men with your large desks with your stenographers and your bell-boys and your private telephones I say to you these are the four walls of your cage.
You are tame as canaries with your small bird-brains where lurks the evil worm you are fat from being over-fed you know not the lean wild sunbirds that arrow down paths of fire.
Als ein unergründlich Wonnemeer
Strahlte mir dein tiefer Seelenblick;
Scheiden mußt ich ohne Wiederkehr,
Und ich habe scheidend all mein Glück
Still versenkt in dieses tiefe Meer.
Schack Staffeldt, de dybeste drømmende Savn
Du nævner med sølvklare Toner ved Navn.
Man kalder Dig mystisk og ej populær -
Naar gik det ej saadan det Himmelske her!
Scarecrow in the hillock
Paddy field --
How unaware! How useful.
on a parched field
the scarecrow skeleton
still on vigil
...
Scarce had my mind received with wonder
The thought of newly fallen snow -
Seeing the ground lie white -
When the scent of Tachibana flowers
Arose from fallen blossoms.
The mind thats sad it doth relax
The humor of the witty Saxe.
He puts us in a cheerful mood,
Mirthful as our own Tom Hood.
વનરાવનનો રાજ ગરજે
ગીરકાંઠાનો કેસરી ગરજે
ઐરાવતકુળનો અરિ ગરજે
કડ્યપાતળિયો જોદ્ધો ગરજે
માં ફાડી માતેલો ગરજે
જાણે કો જોગંદર ગરજે
નાનો એવો સમંદર ગરજે !
Satyr, whose listening ear so low is bent
Breathes with spontaneous strain thine instrument?
Smiling and silent thou remainest bound
In silvery fetters of delightful sound;
For sure that lifelong figure here doth dwell
Fixed not by Painting's, but by Music's spell.
The heavens are draining,
it’s raining and raining,
and everything couldn’t be wetter,
and things are so bad
that we ought to be glad:
because now they can only get better.
