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 ...
Kasinath the new young singer fills the hall with sound:The seven notes dance in his throat like seven tame birds.His ...
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 ...
Why do you speak so softly, Death, Death,Creep upon me, watch me so stealthily?This is not how a lover should ...
None lives for ever, brother, andnothing lasts for long. Keep that inmind and rejoice. Our life is not the one old ...
THE tame bird was in a cage, the free bird was in the forest. They met when the time came, it ...
If baby only wanted to, he could fly up to heaven this moment. It is not for nothing that he does ...
STRAY birds of summer come to my windowto sing and fly away.And yellow leaves of autumn,which have no songs,flutter and ...
41THE trees,like the longings of the earth,stand a-tiptoe to peep at the heaven.42YOU smiled and talked to me of nothingand ...
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times.In life after life, in age after age, forever.My spellbound ...
21THEY throw their shadows before themwho carry their lantern on their back. 22THAT I existis a perpetual surprisewhich is life. 23"WE, the ...
IN the dusky path of a dream I went to seek the love who was mine in a former life. Her ...
She dwelt here by the pool with its landing-stairs in ruins. Manyan evening she had watched the moon made dizzy ...
91THE great earth makes herself hospitablewith the help of the grass. 92THE birth and death of the leavesare the rapid whirls ...
81WHAT is this unseen flame of darknesswhose sparks are the stars?82LET life be beautiful like summer flowersand death like autumn ...
61TAKE my wine in my own cup, friend.It loses its wreath of foamwhen poured into that of others. 62THE Perfect decks ...
71THE woodcutter's axe begged for its handle from the tree.The tree gave it. 72IN my solitude of heartI feel the sigh ...
XIV I found a few old letters of mine carefully hidden in thy box-a few small toys for thy memory to ...
Your questioning eyes are sad. They seek to know mymeaning as the moon would fathom the sea.I have bared my ...
Ah, these jasmines, these white jasmines! I seem to remember the first day when I filled my hands withthese jasmines, these ...
31THE trees come up to my windowlike the yearning voice of the dumb earth. 32HIS own mornings are new surprises to ...
Light, oh where is the light?Kindle it with the burning fire of desire!There is the lamp but never a flicker ...
In the morning I cast my net into the sea.I dragged up from the dark abyss things of strange aspect ...
The night was dark when she went away, and the slept. The night is dark now, and I call for her, ...
I want to give you something, my child, for we are drifting in thestream of the world. Our lives will be ...
This song of mine will wind its music around you, my child, likethe fond arms of love. This song of mine ...
Speak to me, my love! Tell me inwords what you sang. The night is dark. The stars arelost in clouds. The ...
Your days will be full of cares, if you must give me your heart.My house by the cross-roads has its ...
Light, my light, the world-filling light,the eye-kissing light,heart-sweetening light!Ah, the light dances, my darling, at the center of my life;the ...
The night is black and the forest has no end;a million people thread it in a million ways.We have trysts ...
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