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 ...
Why do you speak so softly, Death, Death,Creep upon me, watch me so stealthily?This is not how a lover should ...
WE are to play the game of death to-night, my bride and I. The night is black, the clouds in the ...
Ah me, why did they build myhouse by the road to the markettown? They moor their laden boats nearmy trees. They come ...
Ah, who was it coloured that little frock, my child, and coveredyour sweet limbs with that little red tunic? You have ...
Are you a mere picture, and not as true as those stars, true asthis dust? They throb with the pulse ...
It is time for me to go, mother; I am going. When in the paling darkness of the lonely dawn you ...
IN the dusky path of a dream I went to seek the love who was mine in a former life. Her ...
One day in spring, a woman cameIn my lonely woods,In the lovely form of the Beloved.Came, to give to my ...
Things throng and laugh loud in the sky; the sands and dust danceand whirl like children. Man's mind is aroused ...
The sleep that flits on baby's eyes-does anybody know from whereit comes? Yes, there is a rumour that it has ...
Day by day I float my paper boats one by one down the runningstream. In big black letters I write my ...
That I should make much of myself and turn it on all sides,thus casting colored shadows on thy radiance—-such is ...
She who ever had remained in the depth of my being,in the twilight of gleams and of glimpses;she who never ...
At midnight the would-be asceticannounced: "This is the time to give up myhome and seek for God. Ah, who hasheld me ...
This song of mine will wind its music around you, my child, likethe fond arms of love. This song of mine ...
Do not go, my love, without askingmy leave. I have watched all night, and nowmy eyes are heavy with sleep. I fear ...
O woman, you are not merely thehandiwork of God, but also of men;these are ever endowing you withbeauty from their ...
I dreamt that she sat by my head, tenderly ruffling my hair withher fingers, playing the melody of her touch. ...
Then finish the last song and let usleave. Forget this night when the night isno more. Whom do I try to clasp ...
That I should make much of myself and turn it on all sides, thus casting colored shadows on thy radiance ...
This song of mine will wind its music around you, my child, like the fond arms of love. This song ...
Day by day I float my paper boats one by one down the running stream. In bid black letters I ...
She who ever had remained in the depth of my being, in the twilight of gleams and of glimpses; she ...
It is time for me to go, mother; I am going. When in the paling darkness of the lonely dawn ...
Ah me, why did they build my house by the road to the market town? They moor their laden boats ...
Then finish the last song and let us leave. Forget this night when the night is no more. Whom do ...
O woman, you are not merely the handiwork of God, but also of men; these are ever endowing you with ...
At midnight the would-be ascetic announced: "This is the time to give up my home and seek for God. Ah, ...
Do not go, my love, without asking my leave. I have watched all night, and now my eyes are heavy ...
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