Colored Toys (Rabindranath Tagore Poems)
When I bring to you colored toys, my child, I understand why there is such a play of colors on ...
When I bring to you colored toys, my child, I understand why there is such a play of colors on ...
Free me from the bonds of your sweetness, my love! Nor more of this wine of kisses. This mist of ...
I know not from what distant time thou art ever coming nearer to meet me. Thy sun and stars can ...
"Come and hire me," I cried, while in the morning I was walking on the stone-paved road. Sword in hand, ...
On many an idle day have I grieved over lost time. But it is never lost, my lord. Thou hast ...
Ah, who was it coloured that little frock, my child, and covered your sweet limbs with that little red tunic? ...
Take back your coins, King's Councillor. I am of those women you sent to the forest shrine to decoy the ...
I was not aware of the moment when I first crossed the threshold of this life. What was the power ...
I travelled the old road every day, I took my fruits to the market, my cattle to the meadows, I ...
Mother, I do want to leave off my lessons now. I have been at my book all the morning. You ...
Yes, I know, this is nothing but thy love, O beloved of my heart---this golden light that dances upon the ...
When the gong sounds ten in the morning and I walk to school by our lane. Every day I meet ...
If thou speakest not I will fill my heart with thy silence and endure it. I will keep still and ...
When I bring you coloured toys, my child, I understand why there is such a play of colours on clouds, ...
Child, how happy you are sitting in the dust, playing with a broken twig all the morning. I smile at ...
I am like a remnant of a cloud of autumn uselessly roaming in the sky, O my sun ever-glorious! Thy ...
She who ever had remained in the depth of my being, in the twilight of gleams and of glimpses; she ...
"Where have I come from, where did you pick me up?" the baby asked its mother. She answered, half crying, ...
I long to go over there to the further bank of the river. Where those boats are tied to the ...
Ah me, why did they build my house by the road to the market town? They moor their laden boats ...
I spent my day on the scorching hot dust of the road. Now, in the cool of the evening, I ...
Over the green and yellow rice-fields sweep the shadows of the autumn clouds followed by the swift-chasing sun. The bees ...
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