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 ...
Mother, let us imagine we are travelling, and passing through astrange and dangerous country. You are riding in a palanquin and ...
Take back your coins, King's Councillor. I am of those women yousent to the forest shrine to decoy the young ...
Why do you sit there on the floor so quiet and silent, tell me,mother dear? The rain is coming in through ...
Who is obsessed by religionHe is blindHe only kills and gets killed.Even an atheist is blessedBecause he doesn't have the ...
Sullen clouds are gathering fast over the black fringe of theforest. O child, do not go out! The palm trees in a ...
51YOUR idol is shattered in the dustto prove that God's dust is greater thanyour idol. 52MAN does not reveal himself in ...
21THEY throw their shadows before themwho carry their lantern on their back. 22THAT I existis a perpetual surprisewhich is life. 23"WE, the ...
. "Come and hire me," I cried, while in the morning I was walking on the stone-paved road. Sword in hand, ...
61TAKE my wine in my own cup, friend.It loses its wreath of foamwhen poured into that of others. 62THE Perfect decks ...
I wonder if I know himIn whose speech is my voice,In whose movement is my being,Whose skill is in my ...
71THE woodcutter's axe begged for its handle from the tree.The tree gave it. 72IN my solitude of heartI feel the sigh ...
Things throng and laugh loud in the sky; the sands and dust danceand whirl like children. Man's mind is aroused ...
I travelled the old road every day, I took my fruits to the market,my cattle to the meadows, I ferried ...
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 ...
The fair was on before the temple.It had rained from the early morningand the day came to its end. Brighter than ...
I often wonder where lie hiddenthe boundaries of recognition betweenman and the beast whose heart knowsno spoken language. Through what primal ...
In the beginning of time, there rose from the churning of God'sdream two women. One is the dancer at the ...
No more noisy, loud words from me—-such is my master's will.Henceforth I deal in whispers.The speech of my heart will ...
It is written in the book that Man, when fifty, must leave thenoisy world, to go to the forest seclusion. ...
O woman, you are not merely thehandiwork of God, but also of men;these are ever endowing you withbeauty from their ...
Man goes into the noisy crowdto drown his own clamour of silence.~ Man is immortal; therefore he must die endlessly.For life ...
Things throng and laugh loud in the sky; the sands and dust dance and whirl like children. Man's mind is ...
Take back your coins, King's Councillor. I am of those women you sent to the forest shrine to decoy the ...
It is written in the book that Man, when fifty, must leave the noisy world, to go to the forest ...
I travelled the old road every day, I took my fruits to the market, my cattle to the meadows, I ...
She who ever had remained in the depth of my being, in the twilight of gleams and of glimpses; she ...
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, ...
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