On the seashore of endless worlds we meet,playing with sea,and pale gleams the smile of the sea-beach.

We Build the houses with sand,and play with empty shells.With withered leaves we weave our boats and smilingly float them on the vast deep.

On the seashore of endless worlds we meet with shouts and dances.

The meadow is prickly with spiky grass, and through it runs a narrow broken path.

• Many a glad day has come in my life,and I have laughed with merrymakers on festival nights.




• On grey mornings of rain I have crooned many an idle song.




• I have worn round my neek the evening wreath of bakulas woven by the band of love.




• Yet my heart is sweet with the memory of the first fresh jasmines that filled my hands when I was a child.

If you shed tears when you miss the sun,you also miss the stars.

Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.

Let me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.

• Thou hast led me through my crowded travels of the day to my evening's loneliness.




• I wait for its meaning through the stillness of the night.

• The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night--it is great.




• Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.

The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night - it is great. And the illusion of knowledge is nothing but a morning mist