Her Triumph
See the chariot at hand here of Love,
Wherein my lady rideth!
Each that draws is a swan or
Save Me
You can't stop it
I'm going to die
Too young
Too wise
No freedom
No speech
Without
कान्हा की कला पे रीझकर भक्ति भावना
<You tried so hard to win his love
You put your heart out on the line
He puts you
Rain, rain, go away,
Because of you, the pain will stay.
Slit my throat, cut out
A Book of Verse
A book of verse, underneath the bough,
A jug of wine, a loaf of bread - and thou
Beside me sin
laga jese me khud ko mill gayi
Haan pata tha mujhko dobara usi raste jaa rahi hoon jahan ghum bahut hain
Par gam ki kya
मालूम है मुझे की मैं कुछ भी लिखु तुम इ
Every tone of life
Makes a note for you.
Every word of life
Makes a phras
