Relatives: Being Further Verses

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A.M. Robertson, 1919 - Sanskrit poetry - 103 pages
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Page 103 - A beggar to the graveyard hied And there 'Friend corpse, arise,' he cried; 'One moment lift my heavy weight Of poverty; for I of late Grow weary, and desire instead Your comfort: you are good and dead.
Page 99 - Boy. Meanwhile I'll play with this one. Hermit-woman (looks and laughs). Let him go. King. My heart goes out to this wilful child. (Sighing.) They show their little buds of teeth In peals of causeless laughter; They hide their trustful heads beneath Your heart. And stumbling after Come sweet, unmeaning sounds that sing To you. The father warms And loves the very dirt they bring Upon their little forms. Hermit-woman (shaking her finger). Won't you mind me? (She looks about.) Which one of the hermit-boys...
Page 42 - By Faith the holy fire is lit, And sung the liturgy; We pray to Faith with all our wit For prosperous piety. Give wealth, O Faith, to me who give Such worship as I can; Make me respected, make me live A rich, religious man. The gods have faith from imps, I see; For what they will, they can; Enlarge my prosperous piety As a rich, religious man. Gods worship Faith, and pious men Must worship every hour; If faith first fills our bosoms, then Faith gives us wealth and power.
Page 6 - In the first place, my dear, he is our adopted brother. Secondly, he gives us fruit. I cannot kill him. Please do not insist. Besides, there is a proverb: To give us birth, we need a mother; For second birth we need another: And friendship's brothers seem by far More dear than natural brothers are." But she said: "You have never refused me before. So I am sure it is a she-monkey. You love her and spend the whole day with her. That is why you will not give me what I want. And when you meet me at night,...
Page 66 - ... sixth. Shakuntala has held captive the heart of India for fifteen hundred years, and wins the love of increasing thousands in the West; for so noble a union of sweetness with strength is one of the miracles of art. Though lovely women walk the world to-day By tens of thousands, there is none so fair In all that exhibition and display With her most perfect beauty to compare — because it is a most perfect beauty of soul no less than of outward form. Her character grows under our very eyes. When...
Page 58 - Here, chained and fettered, I recall today, The slender form, eyes veiled in modest fear, The wine-sweet lips I kissed in loving play, The musk, the saffron of my own Kashmir, Betel, and camphor, that to her were dear The crowning moment I recall today...
Page 101 - WHY MEN FIGHT From BHARTRIHARI Perhaps the warrior, smitten by his foe, Will rise to heaven and leave the world below; Perhaps the fighting is its own reward; No god has told us and we do not know. We only know that the applauding beat Of eager hands, the joyous shouts that greet The sturdy fighter from his foes and friends, Are music in his ears, and very sweet.
Page 55 - As if a traveler should meet A hurrying caravan, And say: "I too with willing feet Will follow as I can," So to the long parade we cleave That with the world began : Then do not grieve, you cannot leave The social caravan. The hours of youth grow ever less; No river climbs the hill; Then turn your thoughts to happiness, Which is your portion still. 55 THE THIEF'S SONG The CHAURA-PANCHASHIKA of the poet Bilhana, who lived in Kashmir in the eleventh century. The thief has stolen a princess' heart,...

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