Section: «Poems»

Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings: artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.); a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").

I Am Pale With Longing For My Beloved;

I am pale with longing for my beloved;People believe I am ill.Seizing on every possible pretext,I try to meet him 'by accident.'They have sent for a..

© Mirabai

Mira Danced With Ankle Bells

Mira danced with ankle-bells on her feet.People said Mira was mad; my mother-in-lawsaid I ruined the family reputation.Rana sent me a cup of poison..

© Mirabai

Strange Is The Path When You Offer Love

Do not mention the name of love,O my simple-minded companion.Strange is the pathWhen you offer your love.Your body is crushed at the first step.If..

© Mirabai

I Will Sing The Praises Of Hari

We do not get a human lifeJust for the asking.Birth in a human bodyIs the reward for good deedsIn former births.Life waxes and wanes imperceptibly,It..

© Mirabai

Keep Up Your Promise

Take my armand keep up your promise!They call you the refugeless refuge,they call you redeemer of outcasts.Caught in a riptidein the sea of..

© Mirabai

Go To That Impenetrable Realm

Go to that impenetrable realmThat death himself trembles to look upon.There plays the fountain of loveWith swans sporting on its waters.There the..

© Mirabai

Listen

Listen, my friend, this road is the heart opening,kissing his feet, resistance broken, tears all night.If we could reach the Lord through immersion..

© Mirabai

Sleep

Sleep has not visited me the whole night,Will the dawn ever come?O my companion,Once I awoke with a start from a dream.Now the remembrance from that..

© Mirabai

I Do Not Care About Social Norms

I will fasten the bells of his love to my feetAnd dance in front of Girdhar.Dancing and dancing I will please his eyes;My love is an ancient one.My..

© Mirabai

I Send Letters

I send letters to my Beloved,The dear Krishna.But He sends no message of reply,Purposely preserving silence.I sweep his path in readinessAnd gaze and..

© Mirabai

Dark Friend, What Can I Say?

Dark Friend, what can I say?This love I bringfrom distant lifetimes is ancient,do not revile it.Seeing your elegant bodyI am ravished.Visit our..

© Mirabai

I Have Found My Guru

I have found a guru in Raidas, he hasgiven me the pill of knowledge.I lost the honor of the royal family, Iwent astray with the sadhus.I constantly..

© Mirabai

Nothing Is Really Mine Except Krishna.

Nothing is really mine except Krishna.O my parents, I have searched the worldAnd found nothing worthy of love.Hence I am a stranger amidst my..

© Mirabai

A Cowherding Girl

The plums tastedsweet to the unlettered desert-tribe girl-but what manners! To chew into each! She was ungainly,low-caste, ill mannered and dirty,but..

© Mirabai

Do Not Leave Me

Do not leave me alone, a helpless woman.My strength, my crown,I am empty of virtues,You, the ocean of them.My heart's music, you help meIn my..

© Mirabai

I Am Mad With Love

I am mad with loveAnd no one understands my plight.Only the woundedUnderstand the agonies of the wounded,When the fire rages in the heart.Only the..

© Mirabai

Ex-Service

Derision from the deadMocks armamental madness.Redeem (each Ruler said)Mankind. Men died to do it.And some with glorying gladnessBore arms for earth..

© Siegfried Sassoon

In An Underground Dressing Station

Quietly they set their burden down: he triedTo grin; moaned; moved his head from side to side.He gripped the stretcher; stiffened; glared; and..

© Siegfried Sassoon

Christ And The Soldier

IThe straggled soldier halted — stared at Him — Then clumsily dumped down upon his knees, Gasping'O blessed crucifix, I'm beat !'And Christ, still..

© Siegfried Sassoon

Sporting Acquaintances

I watched old squatting Chimpanzee: he tracedHis painful patterns in the dirt: I sawRed-haired Ourang-utang, whimsical-faced,Chewing a sportsman's..

© Siegfried Sassoon

The Road

The Road is thronged with women; soldiers passAnd halt, but never see them; yet they’re here—A patient crowd along the sodden grass,Silent, worn out..

© Siegfried Sassoon

The Rear-Guard

Groping along the tunnel, step by step,He winked his prying torch with patching glareFrom side to side, and sniffed the unwholesome air.Tins, boxes..

© Siegfried Sassoon

Before Day

Come in this hour to set my spirit freeWhen earth is no more mine though night goes out,And stretching forth these arms I cannot beLord of winged..

© Siegfried Sassoon

The Portrait

I watch you, gazing at me from the wall,And wonder how you'd match your dreams with mine,If, mastering time's illusion, I could callYou back to share..

© Siegfried Sassoon

Solar Eclipse

Observe these blue solemnities of skyOffering for the academes of after-agesA mythologic welkin freaked with white!Listen : one tiny tinkling..

© Siegfried Sassoon