Lagdachha Malai Ramailo – Madhav Prasad Ghimire

लाग्दछ मलाई रमाइलो मेरै पाखा पखेरो
हिमालचुली मन्तिर पानी भर्ने पँधेरो

लेकै हेर्यौ लाली गुराँस बेंसी हेर्यो प्याउली
पिरती बास्ने परेवा बिरह बोल्ने न्याउली
हिमाल छुन्छ बेलुकी सप्तर्षिको ताँतीले
जुनेली रात बिताउँछु गाउँदा गाउँदै साथीले

सम्झन्छु म हिउँचुली आँसुको ढिका खसाली
यो बिरानो मुलुकमा बस्दैन माया बसाली
वनमा घाम नलागे जगत सारा अँधेरो
नौडाँडाको पारीमा प्रीतिको देश छ मेरो

मेरो कान्ले लेकैलाई पाकेर जाने बादल
हातले मैले नछोए पनि छ कति कोमल
डर लाग्छ मलाई यही बादलु छायाँले
पार्दछ जहाँ इन्द्रेणी पाइला भिज्ने मायाले

The Kiss – Rabindranath Tagore

Lips’ language to lips’ ears.
Two drinking each other’s heart, it seems.
Two roving loves who have left home,
pilgrims to the confluence of lips.
Two waves rise by the law of love
to break and die on two sets of lips.
Two wild desires craving each other
meet at last at the body’s limits.
Love’s writing a song in dainty letters,
layers of kiss-calligraphy on lips.
Plucking flowers from two sets of lips
perhaps to thread them into a chain later.
This sweet union of lips
is the red marriage-bed of a pair of smiles. 

Sleep – Rabindranath Tagore

In the night of weariness 
let me give myself up to sleep without struggle, 
resting my trust upon thee. 

Let me not force my flagging spirit into a poor preparation for thy worship. 

It is thou who drawest the veil of night upon the tired eyes of the day 
to renew its sight in a fresher gladness of awakening.