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\nSelected Poems<\/font><\/i> <\/font><\/b>\n<\/p>\n

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\nJNANADAS<\/font><\/b> <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

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\nI<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

\n[The soul, as yet divided from the Eternal, yet having <\/i>\n<\/p>\n

\ncaught a glimpse of his intoxicating beauty grows <\/i>\n<\/p>\n

\npassionate in remembrance and <\/i>swoons with<\/i><\/p>\n

\nthe sensuous expectation of union]<\/i><\/p>\n

O BEAUTY meant all hearts to move!\n\t<\/p>\n

O body made for girls to kiss!\n\t<\/p>\n

In every limb an idol of love,\n\t<\/p>\n

A spring of passion and of bliss.\n\t<\/p>\n

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The eyes that once his beauty see,\n\t<\/p>\n

Poor eyes! can never turn away,\n\t<\/p>\n

The heart follows him ceaselessly\n\t<\/p>\n

Like a wild beast behind its prey.\n\t<\/p>\n

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Not to be touched those limbs, alas!\n\t<\/p>\n

They arc another’s nest of joy.\n\t<\/p>\n

But ah their natural loveliness!\n\t<\/p>\n

Ah God, the dark, the wonderful boy I\n\t<\/p>\n

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His graceful sportive motion sweet\n\t<\/p>\n

Is as an ornament to earth,\n\t<\/p>\n

And from his lovely pacing feet\n\t<\/p>\n

Beauties impossible take birth.\n\t<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n<\/div>\n

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Catching one look not long nor sure.\n\t<\/p>\n

One look of casual glory shed,\n\t<\/p>\n

How many noble maidens pure\n\t<\/p>\n

Lay down on love as on a bed.\n\t<\/p>\n

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The heart within the heart deep hid\n\t<\/p>\n

He ravishes; almost in play\n\t<\/p>\n

One looks,\u2014ere falling of the lid,\n\t<\/p>\n

Her heart has gone with him away!\n\t<\/p>\n

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Oh if his eyes wake such sweet pain\n\t<\/p>\n

That even sleep will not forget,\n\t<\/p>\n

What dreadful sweetness waits me when\n\t<\/p>\n

Body and passionate body meet.\n\t<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n<\/div>\n

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\nII<\/p>\n

\n[The human Spirit has undertaken with Nature its nurse <\/i>\n<\/p>\n

\nto cross the deep river of life in the frail and ragged<\/i>\n<\/p>\n

\nboat of the human mind and senses; storms <\/i>\n<\/p>\n

\narising it fling itself in terror at the feet <\/i>\n<\/p>\n

\nof the divine boatman and offers itself <\/i>\n<\/p>\n

\nto him as the price of safety]<\/i>\n<\/p>\n

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AH nurse, what will become of us? This old\n\t<\/p>\n

And weary, battered boat,\n\t<\/p>\n

No iron its decrepit planks to hold.\n\t<\/p>\n

Hardly it keeps afloat.\n\t<\/p>\n

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The solemn deep unquiet awful river\n\t<\/p>\n

Fathomless, secret, past\n\t<\/p>\n

All plummet with a wind begins to quiver;\n\t<\/p>\n

The storm arises fast.\n\t<\/p>\n

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Jamouna leaps into the boat uplifting\n\t<\/p>\n

A cry of conquering waves;\n\t<\/p>\n

The boat is tossed, the boat is whirled; the shifting\n\t<\/p>\n

Large billows part like graves.\n\t<\/p>\n

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The boat hurls down with the mad current fleeing,\n\t<\/p>\n

Ah pity, oarsman sweet,\n\t<\/p>\n

I lay myself for payment, body and being\n\t<\/p>\n

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\nIII<\/p>\n

\n[The Eternal replies that the beauty of human souls has driven <\/i>\n<\/p>\n

\nout oil care for or art of guidance in the phenomenal world <\/i>\n<\/p>\n

\nand unless the latter reveal themselves naked of <\/i>\n<\/p>\n

\nearthly desires and gratify his passion, they <\/i>\n<\/p>\n

\nmust sink in the Ocean of life]<\/i>\n<\/p>\n

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IN vain my hands bale out the waves in leaping,\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

The boat is drowning, drowning;\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

A storm comes over the great river sweeping;\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Huge billows rise up frowning.\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

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The rudder from my hand is wrenched in shivers,\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Death stares in all his starkness.\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

The boat is tossed and whirled, and the great river’s\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Far banks plunge into darkness.\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

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What can I do? Jamouna’s rising, surging\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

To take us to her clasp,\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

And the fierce rush of waters hurries urging\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

The rudder from my grasp-<\/p>\n

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The mouths of men foretold\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

That a girl’s beauty was too great a burden\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

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Come, make you bare, throw off your robes, each\n\t<\/p>\n

maiden;\n\t<\/p>\n

Your naked beauties bring,\n\t<\/p>\n

Lighten your bodies of their sweets o’erladen;\n\t<\/p>\n

Then I’ll resume rowing.\n\t<\/p>\n

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Girls, you have made me drunk with milk and sweetness,\n\t<\/p>\n

You have bewitched my soul,\n\t<\/p>\n

My eyes can judge no more the wind’s fierce fleetness,\n\t<\/p>\n

Nor watch the waters roll.\n\t<\/p>\n

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They are fixed in you, they are tangled in your tresses,\n\t<\/p>\n

They will never turn again.\n\t<\/p>\n

Where I should see the waves, I see your faces,\n\t<\/p>\n

Your bosoms, not the rain.\n\t<\/p>\n

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You will not let me live, you are my haters,\n\t<\/p>\n

Your eyes have caused my death.\n\t<\/p>\n

I feel the boat sink down in the mad waters,\n\t<\/p>\n

Down, down the waves beneath.\n\t<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n<\/div>\n

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\nIV<\/b>\n<\/p>\n

SHE. For love of thee I gave all life’s best treasures.\n\t<\/p>\n

\n\tHe. <\/i>For love of thee I left my princely pleasures.\n<\/p>\n

\n\tShe. <\/i>For love of thee I roam in woodland ways.\n<\/p>\n

\n\tHe. <\/i>For love of thee the snow-white kine I graze. <\/p>\n

\n\tShe. <\/i>For love of thee I don the robe of blue.\n<\/p>\n

\n\tHe. <\/i>For love of thee 1 wear thy golden hue.\n<\/p>\n

\n\tShe. <\/i>For love of thee my spotless name was stained.\n<\/p>\n

\n\tHe. <\/i>For love of thee my father was disdained. She. <\/i><\/p>\n

Thy love has changed my whole world into thee.\n\t<\/p>\n

\n\tHe. <\/i>Thy love has doomed mine eyes one face to see.\n<\/p>\n

\n\tShe. <\/i>Save love of thee no thought my sense can move.\n<\/p>\n

\n\tHe. <\/i>Thee, thee I worship,1<\/sup> and thy perfect love.\n<\/p>\n<\/p>\n

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\nV<\/b>\n<\/p>\n

\n[The divine Soul pities, stays and comforts the human, which <\/i>\n<\/p>\n

\nis set to toil in the heat and dust of life by its lord <\/i>\n<\/p>\n

\nthe world and its elders, the laws and <\/i>\n<\/p>\n

\nways of the world]<\/i>\n<\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\t\tNEAT<\/i>-HERDESS, my star!\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

What has led to fields so far\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

The loveliest face and limbs ever created!\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Love’s heart cries out beholding all\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Thy potent beauty natural;\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

The world is with thy robe intoxicated.\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

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Rest by me a space,\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

I will fan thy lovely face,\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Lest the sun gaze on it with too much nearness.\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Alas, thy little rosy feet,\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

How canst thou walk upon them, sweet.\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

My body aches to see their tired fairness.\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

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Elders stone of heart!\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

They have sent to the mart\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Far-distant in their callous greed of earning;\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

How shall thy own lord long avoid\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Lightning whose breast of pity1<\/sup> void\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Endured to send thee through this heat and burning.\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n<\/p>\n

\n\tThy soft cheeks that burn <\/p>\n

\n\tLaughing shyly thou dost turn A<\/p>\n

\n\tway still, all thy shame fast bosom veiling. <\/p>\n

\n\tThis is no way to sell, sweet maid! <\/p>\n

\n\tWhen such divine saleswomen trade, <\/p>\n

\n\tHoney-sweet words help best their rich retailing. <\/p>\n

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\n[The divine Soul besets the human as it fares upon <\/i>\n<\/p>\n

\nthe business of life, adorned and beautiful and <\/i>\n<\/p>\n

\nexacts dues of love]<\/i>\n<\/p>\n

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BEAUTIFUL Radha, Caanou dost thou see not\n\t<\/p>\n

Toll-keeper here, that thou wouldst pass by stealth;\n\t<\/p>\n

But I have caught thee fast and thou shall go not\n\t<\/p>\n

Until thou give me toll of all thy wealth.\n\t<\/p>\n

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First thine eyes’ unguent, then thy star vermilion,\n\t<\/p>\n

For these a million kisses I extort,\n\t<\/p>\n

Upon thy bosom’s vest I fix two million\n\t<\/p>\n

And the stringed pearls that with thy bosom sport.\n\t<\/p>\n

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For bracelets fine to these thy small wrists clinging\n\t<\/p>\n

And jewelled belt three million kisses say,\n\t<\/p>\n

This red lac on thy feet and anklets bringing\n\t<\/p>\n

Four million thou hast doomed thy lips to pay.\n\t<\/p>\n

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These thy king asks nor will one jot recall;\n\t<\/p>\n

These yield me patiently in law’s due course\n\t<\/p>\n

Or here amidst thy damsels from thy small\n\t<\/p>\n

Red mouth 1 will extort my dues by force.\n\t<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n<\/div>\n

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\n[The human soul, in a moment of rapt excitement <\/i>\n<\/p>\n

\nwhen the robe of sense has fallen from <\/i>\n<\/p>\n

\nit, is surprised and seized by the <\/i>\n<\/p>\n

\nvision of the Eternal]<\/i>\n<\/p>\n

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I WILL lay bare my heart’s whole flame,\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

To thee, heart’s sister, yea the whole.\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

The dark-hued limbs I saw in dream,\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

To these I have given my body and soul.\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

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It was a night of wildest showers;\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Ever incessant and a main\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

The heavens thundered through the hours,\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Outside was pattering of the rain.\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

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Exulting in the lightning’s gleams,\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Joyous, I lay down on my bed;\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

The dress had fallen from my limbs,\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

I slept with rumours overhead.\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

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The peacocks in the treetops high\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Between their gorgeous dances shrilled.\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

The cuckoo cried exultantly.\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

The frogs were clamorous in the field;\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

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And ever with insistent chime\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

The bird of rumour shrieking fled\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Amidst the rain, at such a time\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

A vision stood beside my bed.\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

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He moved like fire into my soul,\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

The love of him became a part\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Of being, and oh his whispers stole\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

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His loving ways, his tender wiles.\n\t<\/p>\n

The hearts that feel, ah me! so burn\n\t<\/p>\n

That maidens pure with happy smiles\n\t<\/p>\n

From shame and peace and honour turn.\n\t<\/p>\n

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The lustre of his looks effaced\n\t<\/p>\n

The moon, of many lovely moods\n\t<\/p>\n

He is the master; on his breast\n\t<\/p>\n

There was a wreath of jasmine buds.\n\t<\/p>\n

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Holding my feet, down on the bed\n\t<\/p>\n

He sat; my breasts were fluttering birds;\n\t<\/p>\n

His hands upon my limbs he laid,\n\t<\/p>\n

He bought me for his slave with words.\n\t<\/p>\n

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O me! his eyebrows curved like bows!\n\t<\/p>\n

0 me! his panther body bright!\n\t<\/p>\n

Love from his sidelong glances goes\n\t<\/p>\n

And takes girls prisoners at sight.\n\t<\/p>\n

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He speaks with little magic smiles\n\t<\/p>\n

That force a girl’s heart from her breast.\n\t<\/p>\n

How many sweet ways he beguiles,\n\t<\/p>\n

I know; they cannot be expressed.\n\t<\/p>\n

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Burning he tore me from my bed\n\t<\/p>\n

And to his passionate bosom clutched;\n\t<\/p>\n

I could not speak a word; he said\n\t<\/p>\n

Nothing, his lips and my lips touched.\n\t<\/p>\n

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My body almost swooned away\n\t<\/p>\n

And from my heart went fear and shame\n\t<\/p>\n

And maiden pride; panting I lay;\n\t<\/p>\n

He was around me like a flame.1<\/sup>\n\t<\/p>\n

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