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trigram | frequency |
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it is the | 31 |
i do not | 28 |
in the sky | 27 |
in my heart | 25 |
i know not | 25 |
in the evening | 24 |
in the morning | 23 |
is in the | 22 |
come to my | 21 |
my heart is | 21 |
the music of | 20 |
he is the | 20 |
the heart of | 20 |
that is why | 19 |
music of the | 19 |
there is no | 18 |
why do you | 18 |
of the world | 18 |
day and night | 18 |
in the dark | 17 |
where is the | 17 |
for a moment | 17 |
of my heart | 17 |
know not how | 15 |
in the air | 15 |
in the dust | 14 |
of the sky | 14 |
the night is | 14 |
the light of | 14 |
it is not | 14 |
do not know | 14 |
the shadow of | 14 |
on the seashore | 14 |
listen to me | 13 |
and my heart | 13 |
the depth of | 13 |
to my heart | 13 |
of my life | 13 |
the end of | 13 |
i have no | 13 |
go to the | 12 |
there is a | 12 |
when i am | 12 |
the seashore of | 12 |
of the universe | 12 |
and i am | 12 |
heart of the | 11 |
that i have | 11 |
the edge of | 11 |
in the water | 11 |
in the world | 11 |
not how to | 11 |
in the night | 11 |
to fetch water | 11 |
to come to | 11 |
and it is | 11 |
of the sea | 10 |
you do not | 10 |
i shall never | 10 |
of the divine | 10 |
at the end | 10 |
it is time | 10 |
to make you | 10 |
of the river | 10 |
the morning light | 10 |
i am a | 10 |
in the wind | 10 |
come to you | 10 |
of the earth | 10 |
the sky and | 10 |
shadow of the | 10 |
he who has | 9 |
that i am | 9 |
the ocean of | 9 |
at my door | 9 |
of endless worlds | 9 |
of life and | 9 |
face to face | 9 |
pleasure and pain | 9 |
me in the | 9 |
you sit there | 9 |
my heart and | 9 |
come to the | 9 |
in this world | 9 |
they know not | 9 |
i try to | 9 |
of the forest | 9 |
is not the | 9 |
seashore of endless | 9 |
of the infinite | 9 |
i have seen | 9 |
life and death | 8 |
to my door | 8 |
do not go | 8 |
in the depth | 8 |
from a drawing | 8 |
o come to | 8 |
the secret of | 8 |
to my lake | 8 |
i know that | 8 |
light of the | 8 |
the day is | 8 |
i shall be | 8 |
of the day | 8 |
i have not | 8 |
when i bring | 8 |
one of the | 8 |
a drawing by | 8 |
come to me | 8 |
go back to | 8 |
in the sun | 8 |
there is the | 8 |
i did not | 8 |
at your feet | 8 |
you are the | 8 |
the eyes of | 8 |
in the light | 8 |
i long to | 8 |
for he is | 8 |
the mother of | 8 |
have come to | 8 |
is like a | 8 |
in my mind | 8 |
on the grass | 8 |
when in the | 8 |
all the world | 8 |
on the floor | 8 |
of the night | 8 |
he who is | 8 |
if you would | 8 |
in a corner | 7 |
i am the | 7 |
the sky is | 7 |
i am neither | 7 |
to my breast | 7 |
in many a | 7 |
the burden of | 7 |
in the shadow | 7 |
and in my | 7 |
the joy of | 7 |
the touch of | 7 |
who are you | 7 |
by the road | 7 |
why there is | 7 |
of the sun | 7 |
that i had | 7 |
shadows of the | 7 |
i have to | 7 |
stand before thee | 7 |
out of the | 7 |
of a sudden | 7 |
the water is | 7 |
day after day | 7 |
of your heart | 7 |
the land of | 7 |
again and again | 7 |
if you must | 7 |
in my life | 7 |
i dare not | 7 |
let me not | 7 |
edge of the | 7 |
the unstruck music | 7 |
to my house | 7 |
to the sky | 7 |
day of the | 7 |
he himself is | 7 |
give me the | 7 |
in the midst | 7 |
for i have | 7 |
at his feet | 7 |
in the shade | 7 |
in your eyes | 7 |
of the morning | 7 |
how can i | 7 |
the love of | 7 |
the midst of | 7 |
has not cheated | 6 |
the morning i | 6 |
the home is | 6 |
who is there | 6 |
the work of | 6 |
not cheated me | 6 |
it was the | 6 |
me in a | 6 |
i stand before | 6 |
where do you | 6 |
how to cast | 6 |
forgive me my | 6 |
is not yet | 6 |
this is my | 6 |
side of the | 6 |
the world of | 6 |
can never be | 6 |
have you not | 6 |
is time for | 6 |
go to fetch | 6 |
were only a | 6 |
the wind is | 6 |
me from the | 6 |
the wealth of | 6 |
my eyes and | 6 |
the divine nature | 6 |
the first time | 6 |
my fate has | 6 |
for me in | 6 |
back to the | 6 |
in mind and | 6 |
is like the | 6 |
no time to | 6 |
to cast nets | 6 |
who was it | 6 |
has come to | 6 |
the rhythm of | 6 |
himself is the | 6 |
the name of | 6 |
the world is | 6 |
of the road | 6 |
of pleasure and | 6 |
where millions of | 6 |
and go to | 6 |
did not know | 6 |
the day of | 6 |
keep that in | 6 |
she is i | 6 |
my door and | 6 |
i come to | 6 |
dust of the | 6 |
cheated me of | 6 |
mind and rejoice | 6 |
of this world | 6 |
back to my | 6 |
is why i | 6 |
i am as | 6 |
still in the | 6 |
the smile of | 6 |
let me carry | 6 |
it is thy | 6 |
the cry of | 6 |
me of everything | 6 |
of your eyes | 6 |
through the dark | 6 |
it is a | 6 |
the cup of | 6 |
of the heart | 6 |
in my own | 6 |
not know why | 6 |
i wish i | 6 |
the sight of | 6 |
in the forest | 6 |
fill your pitcher | 6 |
and i know | 6 |
fate has not | 6 |
the desert of | 6 |
sit in the | 6 |
this is the | 6 |
on the day | 6 |
and in the | 6 |
in the fairy | 6 |
is dear to | 6 |
by rabindranath tagore | 6 |
in all the | 6 |
lost in the | 6 |
and i have | 6 |
the banyan tree | 6 |
of the coming | 6 |
love and renunciation | 6 |
does anybody know | 6 |
me to go | 6 |
left for me | 6 |
thee and me | 6 |
the form of | 6 |
them on the | 6 |
as you are | 6 |
that in mind | 6 |
your words are | 6 |
of the first | 6 |
the beauty of | 5 |
why did you | 5 |
in a moment | 5 |
of his life | 5 |
down to the | 5 |
know not what | 5 |
my house is | 5 |
for a few | 5 |
the son of | 5 |
the river is | 5 |
the cage bird | 5 |
in the home | 5 |
bank of the | 5 |
there are no | 5 |
the joy that | 5 |
and i shall | 5 |
it is only | 5 |
listen to the | 5 |
if i were | 5 |
they go to | 5 |
the words of | 5 |
now it is | 5 |
of the great | 5 |
to the earth | 5 |
mother of arjuna | 5 |
to the brim | 5 |
and take my | 5 |
the shade of | 5 |
sky and the | 5 |
say to you | 5 |
my heart longs | 5 |
of the evening | 5 |
you will be | 5 |
i have come | 5 |
in the west | 5 |
thee face to | 5 |
from the sky | 5 |
the young prince | 5 |
of the water | 5 |
for the first | 5 |
thee as my | 5 |
at me and | 5 |
of the dawn | 5 |
the bird of | 5 |
you have no | 5 |
he did not | 5 |
over your toilet | 5 |
my heart in | 5 |
and the moon | 5 |
and the mind | 5 |
before thee face | 5 |
my heart like | 5 |
loiter over your | 5 |
speak to me | 5 |
the shadows of | 5 |
and there the | 5 |
the memory of | 5 |
i will not | 5 |
i feel the | 5 |
you are my | 5 |
day by day | 5 |
dear to me | 5 |
in the land | 5 |
to the market | 5 |
pass by our | 5 |
on the dust | 5 |
i am ashamed | 5 |
my dreams and | 5 |
the night was | 5 |
that it was | 5 |
by the roadside | 5 |
me the strength | 5 |
know how to | 5 |
at my face | 5 |
and all the | 5 |
that he is | 5 |
the sport of | 5 |
it cannot be | 5 |
into the sky | 5 |
i know you | 5 |
why did the | 5 |
land of the | 5 |
i hear the | 5 |
to give you | 5 |
but i dare | 5 |
night and day | 5 |
the darkness of | 5 |
is the same | 5 |
by our door | 5 |
not loiter over | 5 |
o my heart | 5 |
in your heart | 5 |
there in the | 5 |
in the dusk | 5 |
not for nothing | 5 |
shall i stand | 5 |
one who is | 5 |
the gloom of | 5 |
to my eyes | 5 |
the world has | 5 |
do not close | 5 |
the moon is | 5 |
the full moon | 5 |
all the morning | 5 |
what do you | 5 |
of all things | 5 |
i was walking | 5 |
when he sleeps | 5 |
only for a | 5 |
i was a | 5 |
when it is | 5 |
it is that | 5 |
and the stars | 5 |
when i was | 5 |
come as you | 5 |
comes and goes | 5 |
the sun and | 5 |
the whole world | 5 |
in the heart | 5 |
for you to | 5 |
of the eternal | 5 |
body and the | 5 |
the infinite sky | 5 |
that of the | 5 |
the wise man | 5 |
of my own | 5 |
there is nothing | 5 |
and the morning | 5 |
but it is | 5 |
lest i should | 5 |
is not for | 5 |
one by one | 5 |
on the water | 5 |
the free bird | 5 |
you call me | 5 |
end of the | 5 |
if this be | 5 |
have no time | 5 |
silence of the | 5 |
all that i | 5 |
on the shore | 5 |
the air is | 5 |
i sing to | 5 |
drop on the | 5 |
the world with | 5 |
and the water | 5 |
do not loiter | 5 |
stood at the | 5 |
the ruined temple | 5 |
out in the | 5 |
of the village | 5 |
smile of the | 5 |
eyes of the | 5 |
of the soul | 5 |
my eyes are | 4 |
of the seasons | 4 |
glance at me | 4 |
in the courtyard | 4 |
let your work | 4 |
me carry the | 4 |
salutation to thee | 4 |
i shall know | 4 |
forget for a | 4 |
to me in | 4 |
dream of a | 4 |
cannot understand them | 4 |
pangs of this | 4 |
i have lost | 4 |
the side of | 4 |
come back to | 4 |
with a smile | 4 |
of the leaves | 4 |
i thought i | 4 |
lord of the | 4 |
for thee to | 4 |
whisper in your | 4 |
lips when he | 4 |
marketing is over | 4 |
simple as a | 4 |
in his chariot | 4 |
in the meanwhile | 4 |
i said to | 4 |
in my wakeful | 4 |
and the air | 4 |
i will never | 4 |
the day to | 4 |
the time has | 4 |
between you and | 4 |
i come back | 4 |
thou hast made | 4 |
of the lord | 4 |
why did he | 4 |
the noise of | 4 |
this world is | 4 |
like a flower | 4 |
guest has come | 4 |
of love and | 4 |
water in the | 4 |
i am like | 4 |
encounter with the | 4 |
the sea of | 4 |
if there be | 4 |
not close your | 4 |
dreams and in | 4 |
me ever feel | 4 |
when i come | 4 |
world of the | 4 |
mere idle sport | 4 |
where it was | 4 |
you ask for | 4 |
you went away | 4 |
and the earth | 4 |
i ask you | 4 |
has not been | 4 |
to meet my | 4 |
the city of | 4 |
and that is | 4 |
in the endless | 4 |
give myself up | 4 |
the world and | 4 |
ever try to | 4 |
to see the | 4 |
drunken and go | 4 |
if you have | 4 |
the glory of | 4 |
is simple as | 4 |
the colour of | 4 |
i sit on | 4 |
in a whisper | 4 |
is there to | 4 |
have not been | 4 |
soft freshness that | 4 |
with the music | 4 |
i have had | 4 |
son of the | 4 |
when the marketing | 4 |
rob me of | 4 |
never be an | 4 |
no place for | 4 |
the life of | 4 |
my life will | 4 |
because i am | 4 |
give up my | 4 |
endless worlds children | 4 |
you know how | 4 |
whenever they go | 4 |
are lost in | 4 |
did he choose | 4 |
for the meeting | 4 |
as big as | 4 |
night is dark | 4 |
alone in the | 4 |
pale gleams the | 4 |
a part of | 4 |
will be carried | 4 |
as well as | 4 |
i tried to | 4 |
my face and | 4 |
the air and | 4 |
i fear lest | 4 |
and pale gleams | 4 |
to cross the | 4 |
on and on | 4 |
do you sit | 4 |
it is no | 4 |
what does it | 4 |
this love between | 4 |
and the cry | 4 |
the worship of | 4 |
be drunken and | 4 |
anybody know where | 4 |
at the window | 4 |
let me ever | 4 |
words are dark | 4 |
me is simple | 4 |
still something left | 4 |
the rustle of | 4 |
and of the | 4 |
that thou hast | 4 |
in search of | 4 |
do not be | 4 |
the blue sky | 4 |
the voice of | 4 |
and me is | 4 |
down in the | 4 |
the songs of | 4 |
of the spring | 4 |
as a song | 4 |
is filled with | 4 |
i have still | 4 |
in the early | 4 |
do you know | 4 |
the water and | 4 |
bring sweet things | 4 |
time is short | 4 |
and goes away | 4 |
carry the pangs | 4 |
things that i | 4 |
depth of my | 4 |
is why the | 4 |
turn them away | 4 |
for the golden | 4 |
the heat of | 4 |
the pangs of | 4 |
in my eyes | 4 |
know not why | 4 |
tell you the | 4 |
in mere idle | 4 |
i can see | 4 |
is it true | 4 |
when i kiss | 4 |
your greedy hands | 4 |
the marketing is | 4 |
the feet of | 4 |
sweet with the | 4 |
the dust of | 4 |
the day when | 4 |
i give up | 4 |
from my heart | 4 |
the body and | 4 |
all that is | 4 |
come out in | 4 |
hire you with | 4 |
in the ocean | 4 |
my wakeful hours | 4 |
of all my | 4 |
it may be | 4 |
edge of a | 4 |
in one salutation | 4 |
i bring sweet | 4 |
sound of the | 4 |
the melody of | 4 |
i cannot understand | 4 |
make you dance | 4 |
the early morning | 4 |
he choose to | 4 |
he is my | 4 |
to your greedy | 4 |
when i give | 4 |
sun and the | 4 |
when you went | 4 |
not a word | 4 |
am as big | 4 |
to each other | 4 |
the smile that | 4 |
my hand and | 4 |
do you hurry | 4 |
the night of | 4 |
things to your | 4 |
like a beggar | 4 |
thou art the | 4 |
trees whenever they | 4 |
the night and | 4 |
bird of the | 4 |
a rumour that | 4 |
my name is | 4 |
to you all | 4 |
the game of | 4 |
worlds children meet | 4 |
when i sing | 4 |
the time for | 4 |
cup of the | 4 |
in my dreams | 4 |
seat on the | 4 |
to the world | 4 |
i could not | 4 |
water from the | 4 |
to the dogs | 4 |
but i have | 4 |
with your basket | 4 |
them away i | 4 |
only that little | 4 |
asking my leave | 4 |
in the lonely | 4 |
the trees whenever | 4 |
union with him | 4 |
what is this | 4 |
the meaning of | 4 |
who stole sleep | 4 |
let only that | 4 |
gleams the smile | 4 |
and if you | 4 |
but i am | 4 |
is known to | 4 |
lend me your | 4 |
and no one | 4 |
away from the | 4 |
know that the | 4 |
with quick steps | 4 |
the sound of | 4 |
on both sides | 4 |
the water in | 4 |
he is grown | 4 |
without asking my | 4 |
my body and | 4 |
behind the trees | 4 |
my best in | 4 |
that you are | 4 |
your work be | 4 |
be an ascetic | 4 |
music in the | 4 |
cry of the | 4 |
make you smile | 4 |
the shore and | 4 |
you hurry with | 4 |
for me to | 4 |
of the common | 4 |
the lord of | 4 |
smile that flickers | 4 |
i will keep | 4 |
let all my | 4 |
her hands and | 4 |
he has no | 4 |
me all the | 4 |
sweet things to | 4 |
the path of | 4 |
but i know | 4 |
this sorrow in | 4 |
on all sides | 4 |
his joy is | 4 |
the lamp of | 4 |
stands behind the | 4 |
of thy music | 4 |
of the flower | 4 |
live in the | 4 |
the power of | 4 |
the silence of | 4 |
the earth and | 4 |
i am ready | 4 |
i have been | 4 |
my heart with | 4 |
the spirit of | 4 |
at my window | 4 |
back from the | 4 |
at the door | 4 |
to the river | 4 |
to listen to | 4 |
the centre of | 4 |
if it were | 4 |
sorrow in my | 4 |
stole sleep from | 4 |
o my lover | 4 |
was a child | 4 |
the fairy tale | 4 |
this be my | 4 |
let this be | 4 |
is the music | 4 |
when i sit | 4 |
it was a | 4 |
take my leave | 4 |
you and me | 4 |
but he did | 4 |
from the village | 4 |
that flickers on | 4 |
stillness of the | 4 |
have still something | 4 |
out into the | 4 |
in the road | 4 |
love between you | 4 |
the two sisters | 4 |
in my arms | 4 |
in the corner | 4 |
upon my heart | 4 |
not in the | 4 |
gloom of the | 4 |
and my eyes | 4 |
the king and | 4 |
i shall ever | 4 |
of this sorrow | 4 |
i have a | 4 |
i bow to | 4 |
for love to | 4 |
who stands behind | 4 |
the service of | 4 |
away i cannot | 4 |
the lord is | 4 |
choose to come | 4 |
know where it | 4 |
the stillness of | 4 |
hurry with your | 4 |
is but a | 4 |
and scatter them | 4 |
close your wings | 4 |
play on the | 4 |
the golden stag | 4 |
fish in the | 4 |
do you not | 4 |
you in your | 4 |
is a rumour | 4 |
o my bird | 4 |
the stream of | 4 |
it is but | 4 |
the guest has | 4 |
be found in | 4 |
he is not | 4 |
is grown up | 4 |
my paper boats | 4 |
sing to make | 4 |
on the bank | 4 |
the corner of | 4 |
shall never be | 4 |
best in all | 4 |
in the flower | 4 |
me with a | 4 |
in his heart | 4 |
not know what | 4 |
by the author | 4 |
i have my | 4 |
beauty of the | 4 |
me not forget | 4 |
the girl who | 4 |
ever feel that | 4 |
one salutation to | 4 |
let me but | 4 |
do not understand | 4 |
a million suns | 3 |
the sleep that | 3 |
eyes of love | 3 |
i have known | 3 |
because it has | 3 |
they ask me | 3 |
the south wind | 3 |
free me from | 3 |
you come to | 3 |
seek to know | 3 |
boatman of the | 3 |
into the darkness | 3 |
karna and kunti | 3 |
the pot of | 3 |
the flower garden | 3 |
of the stars | 3 |
of the tulsi | 3 |
where there is | 3 |
times when i | 3 |
is the only | 3 |
vision of the | 3 |
the true name | 3 |
love and detachment | 3 |
full of the | 3 |
me when i | 3 |
their boats and | 3 |
i were a | 3 |
temple of the | 3 |
they do not | 3 |
at last into | 3 |
still and silent | 3 |
the spring was | 3 |
in all my | 3 |
the swing of | 3 |
name of our | 3 |
the glow of | 3 |
into the heart | 3 |
of the ocean | 3 |
colour of the | 3 |
this is no | 3 |
in the joy | 3 |
them and say | 3 |
thee in my | 3 |
me like a | 3 |
know why there | 3 |
my mind and | 3 |
and forgive me | 3 |
there is none | 3 |
that is the | 3 |
children gather pebbles | 3 |
me through the | 3 |
on your eyes | 3 |
she went away | 3 |
the sky of | 3 |
you put me | 3 |
with withered leaves | 3 |
the lamp went | 3 |
is over and | 3 |
put me to | 3 |
for nothing he | 3 |
seas and the | 3 |
along the road | 3 |
of the last | 3 |
and bless him | 3 |
upon the grass | 3 |
o lord of | 3 |
with your hands | 3 |
on the vast | 3 |
i remember the | 3 |
and the limitless | 3 |
shower of rain | 3 |
i know your | 3 |
to fill my | 3 |
and the rain | 3 |
and the lamp | 3 |
how to swim | 3 |
done and the | 3 |
were not there | 3 |
my lord is | 3 |
no more of | 3 |
of your own | 3 |
that it has | 3 |
that love which | 3 |
i must go | 3 |
that little frock | 3 |
ask you to | 3 |
weave their boats | 3 |
they play with | 3 |
name of the | 3 |
when i have | 3 |
to shame with | 3 |
i forget myself | 3 |
my love was | 3 |
laughed and said | 3 |
of thy flute | 3 |
said to mind | 3 |
darkness of night | 3 |
end of my | 3 |
you come and | 3 |
what is it | 3 |
must go to | 3 |
that which is | 3 |
the bank of | 3 |
like the evening | 3 |
on your lips | 3 |
must be the | 3 |
sitting in the | 3 |
in the earth | 3 |
name is known | 3 |
dyes his garments | 3 |
up into the | 3 |
midst of all | 3 |
i am only | 3 |
and tries to | 3 |
i am grown | 3 |
smilingly float them | 3 |
in the day | 3 |
turn your face | 3 |
when the day | 3 |
to his own | 3 |
being told like | 3 |
on your head | 3 |
at the edge | 3 |
the heart to | 3 |
day on the | 3 |
song of mine | 3 |
for all that | 3 |
from the west | 3 |
in the gloom | 3 |
i should know | 3 |
birth and death | 3 |
that why they | 3 |
as the night | 3 |
if it is | 3 |
because he is | 3 |
i shall become | 3 |
here is the | 3 |
sat by the | 3 |
lives in the | 3 |
eyes are sad | 3 |
at thy door | 3 |
know your art | 3 |
eyes to my | 3 |
the road to | 3 |
his head and | 3 |
he it is | 3 |
gusts of wind | 3 |
known to all | 3 |
hours pass by | 3 |
spent in the | 3 |
to all the | 3 |
seashore of worlds | 3 |
there the unstruck | 3 |
the thirteen rivers | 3 |
in the trackless | 3 |
the tune of | 3 |
they call our | 3 |
to my lover | 3 |
the depths of | 3 |
that i could | 3 |
kacha and devayani | 3 |
the strife of | 3 |
of mine will | 3 |
for the night | 3 |
the gardener of | 3 |
last gift to | 3 |
her name is | 3 |
have no fear | 3 |
come out of | 3 |
the boatman of | 3 |
will hire you | 3 |
the scent of | 3 |
at thy feet | 3 |
blade of grass | 3 |
of the lotus | 3 |
the sea surges | 3 |
that which it | 3 |
is done and | 3 |
the lamp that | 3 |
coloured that little | 3 |
the shepherd boy | 3 |
never be found | 3 |
stood up and | 3 |
the radiance of | 3 |
from the dark | 3 |
back to their | 3 |
was it coloured | 3 |
this is a | 3 |
day when i | 3 |
they come and | 3 |
the worshipper is | 3 |
you have not | 3 |
was it that | 3 |
it into the | 3 |
all the village | 3 |
the sun goes | 3 |
the dusk of | 3 |
the rain comes | 3 |
the folk who | 3 |
in the river | 3 |
you must be | 3 |
and the child | 3 |
a few moments | 3 |
of the mother | 3 |
i shall tell | 3 |
baby is silly | 3 |
of a broken | 3 |
fishers dive for | 3 |
i go to | 3 |
among the stars | 3 |
i may never | 3 |
noise of the | 3 |
i must have | 3 |
you coloured toys | 3 |
and they play | 3 |
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terrace where the | 3 |
the seven seas | 3 |
come to us | 3 |
walked by the | 3 |
the notes of | 3 |
thus it is | 3 |
with the crowd | 3 |
you know me | 3 |
you should do | 3 |
the widowed wife | 3 |
of the gods | 3 |
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millions of suns | 3 |
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is the time | 3 |
the further bank | 3 |
of your anklet | 3 |
the supreme spirit | 3 |
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out to me | 3 |
leaves they weave | 3 |
and you will | 3 |
houses with sand | 3 |
does it avail | 3 |
right hand and | 3 |
with empty hands | 3 |
who has seen | 3 |
with the full | 3 |
let me take | 3 |
day in the | 3 |
is the great | 3 |
in my ears | 3 |
last into his | 3 |
secret of your | 3 |
the sky in | 3 |
the original bengali | 3 |
from end to | 3 |
on the walls | 3 |
am grown up | 3 |
service of the | 3 |
we have not | 3 |
we would not | 3 |
come in the | 3 |
my bride and | 3 |
among the poorest | 3 |
in thine own | 3 |
and i sit | 3 |
my window with | 3 |
why they call | 3 |
days and nights | 3 |
girl who gathered | 3 |
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to take up | 3 |
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do you hear | 3 |
me from my | 3 |
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the one thing | 3 |
i call them | 3 |
i think of | 3 |
when i go | 3 |
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of the grass | 3 |
your feet with | 3 |
where is she | 3 |
with the burden | 3 |
i were only | 3 |
and anjan they | 3 |
he has neither | 3 |
from the earth | 3 |
somaka and ritvik | 3 |
an hundred years | 3 |
let not the | 3 |
in my body | 3 |
my cottage door | 3 |
at my cottage | 3 |
is my prayer | 3 |
of the ruined | 3 |
in a new | 3 |
the nature of | 3 |
of gold and | 3 |
when the night | 3 |
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out of your | 3 |
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o the keen | 3 |
the day came | 3 |
call them and | 3 |
in the distant | 3 |
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dive for pearls | 3 |
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know the meaning | 3 |
the evening star | 3 |
and the worshipper | 3 |
that there is | 3 |
that is not | 3 |
i should like | 3 |
the body of | 3 |
body and my | 3 |
me to shame | 3 |
i shall not | 3 |
sail in their | 3 |
the spring days | 3 |
her dark eyes | 3 |
morning wears on | 3 |
is no more | 3 |
our life is | 3 |
i have often | 3 |
gather pebbles and | 3 |
thou art my | 3 |
when you come | 3 |
to the heart | 3 |
me back to | 3 |
call our river | 3 |
sight of him | 3 |
you left me | 3 |
the wheels of | 3 |
words i have | 3 |
to draw my | 3 |
it is like | 3 |
is full of | 3 |
we laughed and | 3 |
and the time | 3 |
out the lamp | 3 |
are in the | 3 |
in my house | 3 |
said to me | 3 |
at the heart | 3 |
boats and smilingly | 3 |
i asked her | 3 |
many an idle | 3 |
to your heart | 3 |
is not over | 3 |
and ask me | 3 |
my parting word | 3 |
of the far | 3 |
in your hand | 3 |
there on the | 3 |
all that one | 3 |
the evening and | 3 |
i start up | 3 |
hast made me | 3 |
big as father | 3 |
when my heart | 3 |
do you put | 3 |
it was mid | 3 |
for fear you | 3 |
is my own | 3 |
i have heard | 3 |
the chief of | 3 |
light in the | 3 |
i ever forget | 3 |
each other in | 3 |
of our village | 3 |
will come out | 3 |
earth and the | 3 |
is the need | 3 |
thirteen rivers of | 3 |
back to your | 3 |
house is all | 3 |
the company of | 3 |
shore of the | 3 |
lose sight of | 3 |
their play on | 3 |
the vision of | 3 |
she is so | 3 |
the common life | 3 |
at the gate | 3 |
is the light | 3 |
said to the | 3 |
of the wind | 3 |
with all its | 3 |
by the riverside | 3 |
to tell the | 3 |
my heart was | 3 |
the window and | 3 |
at every step | 3 |
your baby is | 3 |
break in the | 3 |
i sit alone | 3 |
feel that i | 3 |
the source of | 3 |
words of the | 3 |
the true guru | 3 |
hidden in the | 3 |
tell me if | 3 |
i shall bring | 3 |
sleep that flits | 3 |
of the tree | 3 |
my heart will | 3 |
the strings of | 3 |
she raised her | 3 |
the woman who | 3 |
in their ships | 3 |
do you come | 3 |
i know well | 3 |
in the ditch | 3 |
into the night | 3 |
grass in the | 3 |
door and asked | 3 |
our village is | 3 |
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the harp of | 3 |
but when i | 3 |
time has come | 3 |
the ceremony of | 3 |
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on this side | 3 |
name is ranjan | 3 |
was walking by | 3 |
vision of reality | 3 |
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give it to | 3 |
to find a | 3 |
i live in | 3 |
shall ever try | 3 |
of his own | 3 |
is the sea | 3 |
their houses with | 3 |
i must know | 3 |
that flits on | 3 |
bowed my head | 3 |
little be left | 3 |
goes out in | 3 |
that we have | 3 |
drifting in the | 3 |
it in the | 3 |
in the temple | 3 |
in your ear | 3 |
time for me | 3 |
is there that | 3 |
seek not for | 3 |
up from the | 3 |
vessel of my | 3 |
all dark and | 3 |
night of march | 3 |
and her name | 3 |
that one has | 3 |
build their houses | 3 |
while children gather | 3 |
told like beads | 3 |
by day i | 3 |
the grace of | 3 |
fetch water from | 3 |
sit there on | 3 |
in his mind | 3 |
i tell you | 3 |
round my neck | 3 |
a heap of | 3 |
play with empty | 3 |
the crowd was | 3 |
of life in | 3 |
not for hidden | 3 |
the setting sun | 3 |
bow to you | 3 |
dweller in my | 3 |
raise your eyes | 3 |
must you go | 3 |
up in the | 3 |
my heart has | 3 |
me your light | 3 |
petals of the | 3 |
then let the | 3 |
the fish in | 3 |
rose from the | 3 |
heart when i | 3 |
would you know | 3 |
back again to | 3 |
i sit here | 3 |
and he is | 3 |
where you are | 3 |
waiting for love | 3 |
the cover of | 3 |
live in this | 3 |
hills and dales | 3 |
said it was | 3 |
free bird cries | 3 |
the mystery of | 3 |
lamp went out | 3 |
know that i | 3 |
thirst for the | 3 |
i knew not | 3 |
alone on the | 3 |
through the leaves | 3 |
the early evening | 3 |
time for the | 3 |
the earth is | 3 |
of the god | 3 |
walking by the | 3 |
it is by | 3 |
have their play | 3 |
to gather flowers | 3 |
if you do | 3 |
the language of | 3 |
this song of | 3 |
dance of the | 3 |
road in the | 3 |
blue of the | 3 |
and see thy | 3 |
is strewn with | 3 |
children have their | 3 |
to my love | 3 |
with empty shells | 3 |
the shore of | 3 |
to the stars | 3 |
my heart as | 3 |
the mercy of | 3 |
to him and | 3 |
the gate of | 3 |
i bring you | 3 |
but let me | 3 |
do not ask | 3 |
the evening the | 3 |
the soul of | 3 |
pebbles and scatter | 3 |
it coloured that | 3 |
those who have | 3 |
in the village | 3 |
chief of the | 3 |
you with my | 3 |
joy is the | 3 |
it with the | 3 |
me away from | 3 |
the crest of | 3 |
have no sleep | 3 |
seen in the | 3 |
leave off your | 3 |
the meeting with | 3 |
i know i | 3 |
know thee as | 3 |
you in the | 3 |
where would you | 3 |
the meeting of | 3 |
life in this | 3 |
heart is full | 3 |
only some said | 3 |
the veil from | 3 |
the garden of | 3 |
and the thirteen | 3 |
is sweet to | 3 |
day when you | 3 |
to catch the | 3 |
the dark water | 3 |
seven seas and | 3 |
ama and vinayaka | 3 |
communion with the | 3 |
to the last | 3 |
of his is | 3 |
known to my | 3 |
out on the | 3 |
your feet and | 3 |
the gong sounds | 3 |
consider it well | 3 |
a day in | 3 |
wealth of the | 3 |
drawing by nandalall | 3 |
the heart is | 3 |
the kingdom of | 3 |
the flood of | 3 |
come from the | 3 |
of his body | 3 |
my own heart | 3 |
a few days | 3 |
in the pond | 3 |
that he has | 3 |
through the darkness | 3 |
with a look | 3 |
of his heart | 3 |
i cannot tell | 3 |
by my side | 3 |
i was alone | 3 |
the vast deep | 3 |
to whisper to | 3 |
i wait for | 3 |
will be the | 3 |
to give myself | 3 |
at midnight the | 3 |
you would be | 3 |
anjan they call | 3 |
of the conditioned | 3 |
to know where | 3 |
home is the | 3 |
gives birth to | 3 |
the keen call | 3 |
is in my | 3 |
the pathless sky | 3 |
whereby i may | 3 |
i could give | 3 |
the air with | 3 |
should do so | 3 |
deity of the | 3 |
sight of this | 3 |
village is khanjan | 3 |
the secrets of | 3 |
tulsi plant stands | 3 |
pot of the | 3 |
god is the | 3 |
glance of your | 3 |
they seek not | 3 |
be my parting | 3 |
that little be | 3 |
the strength to | 3 |
by the side | 3 |
myself up at | 3 |
aspects of the | 3 |
seems to have | 3 |
of the good | 3 |
to the other | 3 |
must not go | 3 |
do you want | 3 |
the king of | 3 |
on the road | 3 |
know not the | 3 |
to my beloved | 3 |
love to give | 3 |
like a dream | 3 |
when the sun | 3 |
the stars are | 3 |
the unconditioned is | 3 |
is hard to | 3 |
ducks in the | 3 |
looked at the | 3 |
and let me | 3 |
and of death | 3 |
come upon me | 3 |
art my lord | 3 |
i will hire | 3 |
bride and i | 3 |
keen call of | 3 |
and look at | 3 |
he is in | 3 |
the mind is | 3 |
have had my | 3 |
is the sport | 3 |
ask for all | 3 |
when he was | 3 |
is that why | 3 |
i went to | 3 |
a pair of | 3 |
shame with a | 3 |
the temple of | 3 |
is all dark | 3 |
all claims to | 3 |
pressed it to | 3 |
call of thy | 3 |
murmur of the | 3 |
into the dark | 3 |
dark and lonesome | 3 |
how may i | 3 |
your anklet bells | 3 |
voice of the | 3 |
float them on | 3 |
the mist of | 3 |
rivers of fairyland | 3 |
that life is | 3 |
to thee in | 3 |
joys and sorrows | 3 |
i bowed my | 3 |
and let the | 3 |
the murmur of | 3 |
brings to my | 3 |
from the heart | 3 |
and i cannot | 3 |
the fire of | 3 |
they are the | 3 |
my face in | 3 |
night and the | 3 |
it is my | 3 |
i looked at | 3 |
you came down | 3 |
rabindranath tagore translated | 3 |
to the sun | 3 |
and know that | 3 |
up at last | 3 |
you walked by | 3 |
i felt that | 3 |
long to go | 3 |
that they may | 3 |
for the one | 3 |
end to end | 3 |
it is evening | 3 |
are the same | 3 |
and i feel | 3 |
sky to sky | 3 |
who gathered twigs | 3 |
i am thy | 3 |
i should not | 3 |
for hidden treasures | 3 |
did not come | 3 |
am only waiting | 3 |
the tulsi plant | 3 |
day is done | 3 |
the play of | 3 |
i shall follow | 3 |
your hands and | 3 |
that he had | 3 |
i sit and | 3 |
of the lake | 3 |
and when i | 3 |
sit on the | 3 |
and give me | 3 |
bird was in | 3 |
of my true | 3 |
from the original | 3 |
to speak the | 3 |
away from my | 3 |
for the morning | 3 |
the colours of | 3 |
by nandalall bose | 3 |
between thee and | 3 |
and smilingly float | 3 |
scatter them again | 3 |
in such a | 3 |
i shall come | 3 |
you from the | 3 |
i cast my | 3 |
they call you | 3 |
it is so | 3 |
to the ground | 3 |
the freedom of | 3 |
of the pond | 3 |
become the boatman | 3 |
your heart and | 3 |
where is your | 3 |
like to become | 3 |
i asked nothing | 3 |
you are to | 3 |
i sit in | 3 |
the brink of | 3 |
that they are | 3 |
on your way | 3 |
take up the | 3 |
to his house | 3 |
be left of | 3 |
whilst you live | 3 |
bird sings in | 3 |
wish i were | 3 |
to give up | 3 |
come with the | 3 |
the riverside path | 3 |
i woke up | 3 |
if you are | 3 |
of thee and | 3 |
draw my heart | 3 |
your face and | 3 |
put out the | 3 |
wish i could | 3 |
it has no | 3 |
sing no more | 3 |
have i come | 3 |
the bonds of | 3 |
where the pot | 3 |
from sky to | 3 |
merchants sail in | 3 |
me in this | 3 |
me of my | 3 |
fear you should | 3 |
for me the | 3 |
lord is in | 3 |
to be drunken | 3 |
hands to the | 3 |
the world in | 3 |
to you in | 3 |
the full pitcher | 3 |
as the stars | 3 |
come and take | 3 |
as the sea | 3 |
they weave their | 3 |
my home and | 3 |
for time is | 3 |
i shall cross | 3 |
in the market | 3 |
and call me | 3 |
with the burning | 3 |
me if this | 3 |
i am eager | 3 |
my song will | 3 |
the grass and | 3 |
love of the | 3 |
it to my | 3 |
withered leaves they | 3 |
in their own | 3 |
to become the | 3 |
depth of the | 3 |
of the beloved | 3 |
folk who live | 3 |
among many women | 2 |
and the wise | 2 |
my house in | 2 |
his own great | 2 |
being of god | 2 |
and the shade | 2 |
open your doors | 2 |
if it brings | 2 |
same life that | 2 |
lamp go out | 2 |
but when the | 2 |
flits on your | 2 |
wrecked in the | 2 |
of your children | 2 |
be in the | 2 |
no end to | 2 |
of the word | 2 |
the distinction of | 2 |
fire of death | 2 |
and the sea | 2 |
grass is strewn | 2 |
painted in tints | 2 |
come to your | 2 |
not know the | 2 |
it was but | 2 |
lover of the | 2 |
my tears and | 2 |
it is great | 2 |
men and women | 2 |
the spell of | 2 |
in its folds | 2 |
on my wedding | 2 |
that we were | 2 |
you want your | 2 |
paper boats the | 2 |
heart to the | 2 |
by the door | 2 |
is radiant with | 2 |
of the woodlands | 2 |
from there it | 2 |
has come for | 2 |
to take it | 2 |
dim light of | 2 |
crescent moon touched | 2 |
i saw the | 2 |
death as well | 2 |
of the listening | 2 |
burden of my | 2 |
king and the | 2 |
i entreat you | 2 |
was on before | 2 |
end my singing | 2 |
joy of the | 2 |
a frenzy of | 2 |
song and let | 2 |
as life lasts | 2 |
rites and ceremonies | 2 |
images are all | 2 |
sit on my | 2 |
there will be | 2 |
in kaaba nor | 2 |
their chorus of | 2 |
the hills and | 2 |
when he is | 2 |
the worlds are | 2 |
handiwork of god | 2 |
and with the | 2 |
talked to me | 2 |
early from the | 2 |
and i look | 2 |
and felt a | 2 |
in your arms | 2 |
therefore you are | 2 |
hung in the | 2 |
freshness that has | 2 |
he is freed | 2 |
the delight of | 2 |
joy and sorrow | 2 |
it was born | 2 |
summons has come | 2 |
belongs to life | 2 |
comes to me | 2 |
far and wide | 2 |
the evening comes | 2 |
was but with | 2 |
by me with | 2 |
where he is | 2 |
the dark clouds | 2 |
i pressed it | 2 |
flowers are painted | 2 |
cloud floating in | 2 |
and see where | 2 |
of the bamboo | 2 |
rustle of leaves | 2 |
but do not | 2 |
to the god | 2 |
their own tune | 2 |
filled with music | 2 |
the clouds rumble | 2 |
search of the | 2 |
is no time | 2 |
not know you | 2 |
his is not | 2 |
by asit kumar | 2 |
full to the | 2 |
wind is sighing | 2 |
and see the | 2 |
as long as | 2 |
is for the | 2 |
to your death | 2 |
from my past | 2 |
smell of the | 2 |
the sea plays | 2 |
they build my | 2 |
from the unknown | 2 |
bring it to | 2 |
and my lord | 2 |
to me from | 2 |
go alone at | 2 |
when and why | 2 |
drawing my skirt | 2 |
mother was a | 2 |
worlds the children | 2 |
to the root | 2 |
tried to console | 2 |
but the young | 2 |
moment of my | 2 |
the sounds of | 2 |
cover of a | 2 |
waits to be | 2 |
i ask her | 2 |
the ways of | 2 |
and talked to | 2 |
dimly lit with | 2 |
a broken twig | 2 |
i had travelled | 2 |
you have taken | 2 |
broke through the | 2 |
mother will say | 2 |
into ripples of | 2 |
me in its | 2 |
meet with shouts | 2 |
at every moment | 2 |
i sit like | 2 |
goal without crossing | 2 |
take my departure | 2 |
the sunny hours | 2 |
upon the earth | 2 |
is only for | 2 |
is the festival | 2 |
the lyrics of | 2 |
are known to | 2 |
mist of tears | 2 |
whatever i have | 2 |
of thy love | 2 |
me if i | 2 |
the doves cooed | 2 |
a blade of | 2 |
is other than | 2 |
the open window | 2 |
it on the | 2 |
is i want | 2 |
a time your | 2 |
hard travail i | 2 |
into the forest | 2 |
the spring breeze | 2 |
is a land | 2 |
flutter and fall | 2 |
true that the | 2 |
that which he | 2 |
you could plunder | 2 |
at me through | 2 |
bid you farewell | 2 |
the fountain of | 2 |
the bosom of | 2 |
see your face | 2 |
if he is | 2 |
to play the | 2 |
it has filled | 2 |
it is who | 2 |
who knows what | 2 |
your willing hands | 2 |
from my beloved | 2 |
she does not | 2 |
fairy tale is | 2 |
long for the | 2 |
the cause of | 2 |
she passed by | 2 |
i forget that | 2 |
i had feared | 2 |
of the poet | 2 |
stretch my hands | 2 |
forgive this pair | 2 |
in the house | 2 |
you whisper so | 2 |
good fortune is | 2 |
not be frightened | 2 |
of love throughout | 2 |
known to you | 2 |
where knowledge is | 2 |
to your eyes | 2 |
breath of the | 2 |
stream of life | 2 |
year after year | 2 |
breast of the | 2 |
i run across | 2 |
teacher of the | 2 |
of the elders | 2 |
the waves are | 2 |
to the guests | 2 |
down at thy | 2 |
i kissed her | 2 |
wristlet tinkles against | 2 |
the flowers come | 2 |
were milking the | 2 |
light has grown | 2 |
in quest of | 2 |
the rippling water | 2 |
his own faith | 2 |
you play with | 2 |
mid sky and | 2 |
that i hope | 2 |
pervading her heart | 2 |
me at home | 2 |
harp of the | 2 |
corner is out | 2 |
the rainy night | 2 |
the smile was | 2 |
merely the handiwork | 2 |
to play in | 2 |
even as the | 2 |
of the formless | 2 |
it is too | 2 |
do not say | 2 |
and within the | 2 |
the leaves of | 2 |
one to me | 2 |
young prince is | 2 |
of your hair | 2 |
have achieved that | 2 |
its own music | 2 |
going home glance | 2 |
my heart the | 2 |
lit my dark | 2 |
how happy you | 2 |
people came to | 2 |
the field of | 2 |
heart on to | 2 |
eyes you could | 2 |
a little girl | 2 |
many distant fields | 2 |
ferryboat when i | 2 |
sits in the | 2 |
is thy wristlet | 2 |
know you too | 2 |
gone and where | 2 |
the workman and | 2 |
give coloured toys | 2 |
was in a | 2 |
not thee in | 2 |
a rose did | 2 |
in the south | 2 |
are in his | 2 |
no fear in | 2 |
that supreme spirit | 2 |
to no purpose | 2 |
my feet were | 2 |
is not only | 2 |
which is truth | 2 |
come to this | 2 |
harm is there | 2 |
the bamboo leaves | 2 |
my love has | 2 |
there the smile | 2 |
of my body | 2 |
to me of | 2 |
when at the | 2 |
not for me | 2 |
path of a | 2 |
upon the dust | 2 |
blooms in the | 2 |
is hard and | 2 |
and yellow rice | 2 |
feet are rosy | 2 |
the mind within | 2 |
i often wonder | 2 |
from the river | 2 |
the part of | 2 |
in the nest | 2 |
open the door | 2 |
in the beginning | 2 |
sea plays with | 2 |
in her eyes | 2 |
of her dead | 2 |
flower garden a | 2 |
to my face | 2 |
not find a | 2 |
pallor of the | 2 |
a summons has | 2 |
in the simple | 2 |
cage bird whispers | 2 |
path with the | 2 |
i go alone | 2 |
i hunt for | 2 |
not know how | 2 |
of the people | 2 |
that a young | 2 |
out in my | 2 |
has neither caste | 2 |
fill their jars | 2 |
coloured toys to | 2 |
the chords of | 2 |
of the autumn | 2 |
followed by a | 2 |
what harm is | 2 |
my lamp to | 2 |
and the day | 2 |
wife from the | 2 |
to their folds | 2 |
into the land | 2 |
and i would | 2 |
not where we | 2 |
and i said | 2 |
open your eyes | 2 |
are seeking for | 2 |
tears of the | 2 |
is seen within | 2 |
at last the | 2 |
rumour that a | 2 |
only comes and | 2 |
was that of | 2 |
dusk of the | 2 |
the speech of | 2 |
must go back | 2 |
he hears it | 2 |
raised a temple | 2 |
in the blue | 2 |
proper theatre of | 2 |
of the moments | 2 |
and i give | 2 |
and where is | 2 |
no word with | 2 |
she is my | 2 |
pair of wings | 2 |
up all claims | 2 |
paper boat in | 2 |
can evoke its | 2 |
free from the | 2 |
lose my way | 2 |
and yet we | 2 |
before my sight | 2 |
rills through the | 2 |
as the first | 2 |
i must not | 2 |
comes to kiss | 2 |
throughout all the | 2 |
remember a day | 2 |
the queen said | 2 |
let it come | 2 |
village among shadows | 2 |
languid with the | 2 |
allah and of | 2 |
one with the | 2 |
to the dust | 2 |
the sake of | 2 |
put your wreath | 2 |
sky is filled | 2 |
be yours when | 2 |
is no place | 2 |
him when he | 2 |
is there if | 2 |
hear the thundering | 2 |
midst of the | 2 |
be done in | 2 |
it has been | 2 |
to find that | 2 |
shut your door | 2 |
of a heart | 2 |
face with ink | 2 |
we have been | 2 |
to you that | 2 |
this great world | 2 |
and looked at | 2 |
up with laughter | 2 |
the festival of | 2 |
and let my | 2 |
your questioning eyes | 2 |
my love and | 2 |
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freshness that blooms | 2 |
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memory of the | 2 |
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fruit to sell | 2 |
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