Fireflies (Rabindranath Tagore Poems)
My fancies are fireflies, -Specks of living lighttwinkling in the dark.he voice of wayside pansies,that do not attract the careless ...
My fancies are fireflies, -Specks of living lighttwinkling in the dark.he voice of wayside pansies,that do not attract the careless ...
Pity, in place of love, That pettiest of gifts,Is but a sugar-coating over neglect. Any passerby can make a gift of it To ...
Take back your coins, King's Councillor. I am of those women yousent to the forest shrine to decoy the young ...
Ah me, why did they build myhouse by the road to the markettown? They moor their laden boats nearmy trees. They come ...
I long to go over there to the further bank of the river. Where those boats are tied to the bamboo ...
Ah, who was it coloured that little frock, my child, and coveredyour sweet limbs with that little red tunic? You have ...
When the gong sounds ten in the morning and I walk to school by ourlane. Every day I meet the hawker ...
"Where have I come from, where did you pick me up?" the baby askedits mother. She answered, half crying, half laughing, ...
I asked nothing, only stood at theedge of the wood behind the tree. Languor was still upon the eyesof the dawn, ...
. "Come and hire me," I cried, while in the morning I was walking on the stone-paved road. Sword in hand, ...
When I called you in your gardenMango blooms were rich in fragrance -Why did you remain so distant,Keep your doors ...
11SOME unseen fingers, like idle breeze,are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.12"WHAT language is thine, O sea?" "The ...
XIV I found a few old letters of mine carefully hidden in thy box-a few small toys for thy memory to ...
I spent my day on the scorchinghot dust of the road.Now, in the cool of the evening, Iknock at the ...
When I bring to you colored toys, my child,I understand why there is such a play of colors on clouds, ...
I travelled the old road every day, I took my fruits to the market,my cattle to the meadows, I ferried ...
In the morning I cast my net into the sea.I dragged up from the dark abyss things of strange aspect ...
She who ever had remained in the depth of my being,in the twilight of gleams and of glimpses;she who never ...
WHEN I bring you coloured toys, my child, I understand why there is such a play of colours on clouds, ...
Child, how happy you are sitting in the dust, playing with a broken twig all the morning. I smile at your ...
I was not aware of the momentwhen I first crossed the threshold of this life.What was the power that made ...
Mother, I do want to leave off my lessons now. I have been at mybook all the morning. You say it ...
I am like a remnant of a cloud of autumnuselessly roaming in the sky, O my sun ever-glorious!Thy touch has ...
Over the green and yellow rice-fieldssweep the shadows of the autumnclouds followed by the swift-chasingsun. The bees forget to sip their ...
I know not from what distant timethou art ever coming nearer to meet me.Thy sun and stars can never keep ...
If thou speakest not I will fill my heart with thy silence and endure it.I will keep still and wait ...
On many an idle day have I grieved over lost time.But it is never lost, my lord.Thou hast taken every ...
Yes, I know, this is nothing but thy love,O beloved of my heart—-this golden light that dances upon the leaves,these ...
Free me from the bonds of yoursweetness, my love! Nor more of thiswine of kisses. This mist of heavy incense stiflesmy ...
I am like a remnant of a cloud of autumn uselessly roaming in the sky, O my sun ever-glorious! Thy ...
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