Rabindranath Tagore Poems (364 Poems)
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 glance,murmurs in these desultory lines. In the drowsy dark caves of the minddreams build their nest with fragmentsdropped from … Continue reading
Brahm?, Vi??u, ?iva (Rabindranath Tagore Poems)
I THE DARK In a worldless timeless lightless great emptiness Four-faced Brahma broods. nasad asin, no sad asit tadanim;nasid raja no vioma paro yat.kim avarivah? kuha? kasya sarmann?Ambhah kim asid, gahanam gabhiram? na mytur asid, amrtam na tarhi.na ratria ahna asit pratekh.anid … Continue reading
Broken Song (Rabindranath Tagore Poems)
Kasinath the new young singer fills the hall with sound:The seven notes dance in his throat like seven tame birds.His voice is a sharp sword slicing and thrusting everywhere,It darts like lightening – no knowing where it will go when.He … Continue reading
At The Last Watch (Rabindranath Tagore Poems)
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 a street beggar,Only to forget the moment the first corner is turned. I had not hoped for anything more that day. … Continue reading
Maran-Milan (Death-Wedding) (Rabindranath Tagore Poems)
Why do you speak so softly, Death, Death,Creep upon me, watch me so stealthily?This is not how a lover should behave.When evening flowers droop upon their tiredStems, when cattle are brought in from the fieldsAfter a whole day’s grazing, you, … Continue reading
The Hero (Rabindranath Tagore Poems)
Mother, let us imagine we are travelling, and passing through astrange and dangerous country. You are riding in a palanquin and I am trotting by you on ared horse. It is evening and the sun goes down. The waste of Joradighilies wan … Continue reading
The Land Of The Exile (Rabindranath Tagore Poems)
Mother, the light has grown grey in the sky; I do not know whatthe time is. There is no fun in my play, so I have come to you. It isSaturday, our holiday. Leave off your work, mother; sit here by the … Continue reading
Lover’s Gifts LXX: Take Back Your Coins (Rabindranath Tagore Poems)
Take back your coins, King’s Councillor. I am of those women yousent to the forest shrine to decoy the young ascetic who had neverseen a women. I failed in your bidding. Dimly day was breaking when the hermit boy came to … Continue reading
We Are To Play The Game Of Death (Rabindranath Tagore Poems)
WE are to play the game of death to-night, my bride and I. The night is black, the clouds in the sky are capricious, and the waves are raving at sea. We have left our bed of dreams, flung open the door … Continue reading
The Gardener LXXXIII: She Dwelt On The Hillside (Rabindranath Tagore Poems)
She dwelt on the hillside by edgeof a maize-field, near the spring thatflows in laughing rills through thesolemn shadows of ancient trees. Thewomen came there to fill their jars,and travellers would sit there to restand talk. She worked and dreameddaily … Continue reading
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