The Path of Altruism, by Bhartrhari
Trees are bowed down with weight of fruit,
Cl...
Trees are bowed down with weight of fruit,
Cl...
Under Vrihaspati's own eyes
Entrenched on heav...
All-hail to those who love the good,
And sinf...
CLEODAMUS. MYRSON. CLEODAMUS.
What sweet for ...
About life
I started writing a book.
Writing ...
Where the short-legged Eskimo
Waddle in the ic...
Oh, the fireflies! Oh, the fireflies!
They r...
Wherever I wander, wherever I roam,
The home...
Dost thou bear me evil thou croaking bird?
Thy...
Weave on, poor insect! Weave on still,
Thy s...
Are they sighs of sorrow, my sweet flowers!
T...
My fancy's queen, the muse, one day,
Presse...
Come forth, come forth, ye virgins, and prep...
The basket swift-descending from the skies,
T...
O when, my soul, wilt thou resound the praise...
Tho' great Apollo claim the poet's lyre,
Yet ...
Whilst we to Jove immortal and divine,
Perfor...
If sober, and inclin'd to sport,
To you, my...
When dark thy childhood, tears and grief have ...
These ever wakeful eyes are closed. They saw
S...
A little nook, a barren nook,
Lowest and dar...
We cry "Our Father!" we that yearn
Upward to s...
God's right-hand angel, bright and calm!
Chri...
Joy's the shyest bird
Mortal ever heard;
Lis...
O Ariel, tricksy and dainty,
You spirit of f...