«Why am I too amicable with others / Feeling that of all he is the farthest? / Why can’t I though shunning him elsewhere / Still not run him into, here and there? / Why on seeing him do I get angry, / At all exasperated, all and sundry? / Why when I am left with him in private / D...»
«How it is fresh beneath a shady lime-tree! / To the midday sun this place is out of reach, / And lots of fragrant fans in such a lone country / Are heaving lushed while rather chilly each. And over there, in a distance, the dry hot air / Is glittering in a drowsy upright stream, / ...»
«Swallows have already gone. / Yesterday’s sunset / Flickered rooks around the barn, / Whether anxious or for fun / Made a living net. Darkness is inducing sleep / Coming to the yard. / Fallen leaves are laid in heap. / Angry winds in chimneys weep, / Strike the windows hard. ...»
«I have got tired of chatting about something bombastic; / All these discussions entail only yawning in me... / Running from pedants for talking with you I am eagerly rushing; / Sure am I, — in your eyes, clear and clever black eyes, / There's more beauty than you find in a hundred o...»