The Gardener IV: Ah Me (Rabindranath Tagore Poems)
Ah me, why did they build my house by the road to the market town? They moor their laden boats ...
Ah me, why did they build my house by the road to the market town? They moor their laden boats ...
Come to my garden walk, my love. Pass by the fervid flowers that press themselves on your sight. Pass them ...
Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet. Let it not be a death but completeness. Let ...
Tired of waiting, you burst your bonds, impatient flowers, before the winter had gone. Glimpses of the unseen comer reached ...
None lives for ever, brother, and nothing lasts for long. Keep that in mind and rejoice. Our life is not ...
Take back your coins, King's Councillor. I am of those women you sent to the forest shrine to decoy the ...
Why do you whisper so faintly in my ears, O Death, my Death? When the flowers droop in the evening ...
Last night in the garden I offered you my youth's foaming wine. You lifted the cup to your lips, you ...
An unbelieving smile flits on your eyes when I come to you to take my leave. I have done it ...
It is written in the book that Man, when fifty, must leave the noisy world, to go to the forest ...
Hands cling to hands and eyes linger on eyes: thus begins the record of our hearts. It is the moonlit ...
Are you a mere picture, and not as true as those stars, true as this dust? They throb with the ...
Day after day he comes and goes away. Go, and give him a flower from my hair, my friend. If ...
Where is heaven? you ask me, my child,-the sages tell us it is beyond the limits of birth and death, ...
Your questioning eyes are sad. They seek to know my meaning as the moon would fathom the sea. I have ...
I travelled the old road every day, I took my fruits to the market, my cattle to the meadows, I ...
The morning sea of silence broke into ripples of bird songs; and the flowers were all merry by the roadside; ...
I shall gladly suffer the pride of culture to die out in my house, if only in some happy future ...
On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying, and I knew it not. My basket was ...
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