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553. Song—O lay thy loof in mine, lass by Robert Burns Chorus—O lay thy loof in mine, lass, In mine, lass, in mine, lass; And swear on thy white hand, lass, That thou wilt be my ain.
384. Song—Highland Mary by Robert Burns YE banks, and braes, and streams around The castle o’ Montgomery! Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie: There Simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last Farewell O’ my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom’d the gay, green birk, How rich the hawthorn’s blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade, I clasp’d her to my bosom! The golden Hours on angel wings, Flew o’er me and my Dearie; For dear to me, as light and life, Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi’ mony a vow, and lock’d embrace, Our parting was fu’ tender; And, pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But oh! fell Death’s untimely frost, That nipt my Flower sae early! Now green’s the sod, and cauld’s the clay That wraps my Highland Mary!
It is indeed impossible for an embodied being to give up all activities. But he who renounces the fruits of action is called one who has truly renounced.
I will not ponder hungrily, when you may return কবে তুমি আসবে ব’লে Kobe tumi ashbe bole I will not ponder hungrily, when you may return Withered blossoms, fall and perish, in succession Time runs out in a moment's bout, and I should move on
10 The intelligent renouncer situated in the mode of goodness, neither hateful of inauspicious work nor attached to auspicious work, has no doubts about work
317. Song—The Banks o’ Doon (Second Version) by Robert Burns YE flowery banks o’ bonie Doon, How can ye blume sae fair? How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae fu’ o care! Thou’ll break my heart, thou bonie bird, That sings upon the bough! Thou minds me o’ the happy days When my fause Luve was true. Thou’ll break my heart, thou bonie bird, That sings beside thy mate; For sae I sat, and sae I sang, And wist na o’ my fate.
500. Song—Craigieburn Wood (Second Version) by Robert Burns SWEET fa’s the eve on Craigieburn, And blythe awakes the morrow; But a’ the pride o’ Spring’s return Can yield me nocht but sorrow.
318. Song—The Banks o’ Doon (Third Version) by Robert Burns YE banks and braes o’ bonie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu’ o’ care! Thou’ll break my heart, thou warbling bird, That wantons thro’ the flowering thorn: Thou minds me o’ departed joys, Departed never to return.
285. Song—I Gaed a Waefu’ Gate Yestreen by Robert Burns I GAED a waefu’ gate yestreen, A gate, I fear, I’ll dearly rue; I gat my death frae twa sweet een, Twa lovely een o’bonie blue. ’Twas not her golden ringlets bright, Her lips like roses wat wi’ dew, Her heaving bosom, lily-white— It was her een sae bonie blue. She talk’d, she smil’d, my heart she wyl’d; She charm’d my soul I wist na how; And aye the stound, the deadly wound, Cam frae her een so bonie blue. But “spare to speak, and spare to speed;” She’ll aiblins listen to my vow: Should she refuse, I’ll lay my dead To her twa een sae bonie blue.
When did I leave home কবে আমি বাহির হলেম kobe ami bahir holem When did I leave home singing your songs? Such a long time ago it was. When was it I first yearned to see you, I forget, Such a long while ago it was. Like the mountain spring
How enchanting you are কত যে তুমি মনোহর মনই তাহা জানে koto je tumi manohar How enchanting you are How you steal my heart It is only my heart that knows It trembles and throbs In the melody of your song
9 O Arjuna, when one performs his prescribed duty only because it ought to be done, and renounces all material association and all attachment to the fruit, his renunciation is said to be in the mode of goodness. 10
194. Song—Blythe was She by Robert Burns Chorus.—Blythe, blythe and merry was she, Blythe was she but and ben; Blythe by the banks of Earn, And blythe in Glenturit glen
550. Song—A Lass wi’ a Tocher by Robert Burns AWA’ wi’ your witchcraft o’ Beauty’s alarms, The slender bit Beauty you grasp in your arms, O, gie me the lass that has acres o’ charms, O, gie me the lass wi’ the weel-stockit farms.
555. Song—O wert thou in the cauld blast by Robert Burns O WERT thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, I’d shelter thee, I’d shelter thee; Or did Misfortune’s bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a’, to share it a’
506. Epigram on Mr. James Gracie by Robert Burns GRACIE, thou art a man of worth, O be thou Dean for ever! May he be d—d to hell henceforth, Who fauts thy weight or measure!
Anyone who gives up prescribed duties as troublesome or out of fear of bodily discomfort is said to have renounced in the mode of passion. Such action never leads to the elevation of renunciation
Many a time have I thought কতবার ভেবেছিনু আপনা ভুলিয়া kotobar bhebechhinu apona bhuliya Many a time have I thought To forget this little self And bare my heart at your feet To clasp you and say out loud Secretly, my friend, how I love you
Prescribed duties should never be renounced. If one gives up his prescribed duties because of illusion, such renunciation is said to be in the mode of ignorance. 8
464. The Highland Widow’s Lament by Robert Burns OH I am come to the low Countrie, Ochon, Ochon, Ochrie! Without a penny in my purse, To buy a meal to me.
301. Lines to a Gentleman who sent a Newspaper by Robert Burns KIND Sir, I’ve read your paper through, And faith, to me, ’twas really new! How guessed ye, Sir, what maist I wanted? This mony a day I’ve grain’d and gaunted, To ken what French mischief was brewin; Or what the drumlie Dutch were doin; That vile doup-skelper, Emperor Joseph,
86. The Auld Farmer’s New-Year-Morning Salutation to his Auld Mare, Maggie by Robert Burns A GUID New-year I wish thee, Maggie! Hae, there’s a ripp to thy auld baggie: Tho’ thou’s howe-backit now, an’ knaggie, I’ve seen the day Thou could hae gaen like ony staggie, Out-owre the lay.
536. Song—This is no my ain lassie by Robert Burns Chorus—This is no my ain lassie, Fair tho, the lassie be; Weel ken I my ain lassie, Kind love is in her e’re. I SEE a form, I see a face,
Much I had to say to him কত কথা তারে ছিল বলিতে Koto kotha taarey chhilo bolitey Much I had to say to him When our eyes locked on the way Alone I sit night and day Weaving my words together Gently to many a tune Of Raag Puravi or Lalit

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