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 ...
Take back your coins, King's Councillor. I am of those women yousent to the forest shrine to decoy the young ...
The morning sea of silence broke into ripples of bird songs;and the flowers were all merry by the roadside;and the ...
Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me- "We play from the time we wake till ...
If people came to know where my king's palace is, it would vanishinto the air. The walls are of white silver ...
Why do you sit there on the floor so quiet and silent, tell me,mother dear? The rain is coming in through ...
If baby only wanted to, he could fly up to heaven this moment. It is not for nothing that he does ...
Hands cling to hands and eyes lingeron eyes: thus begins the record of ourhearts. It is the moonlit night of March;the ...
You left me and went on your way. I thought I should mourn for youand set your solitary image in myheart ...
On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.The infinite sky is motionless overheadAnd the restless water is boisterous.On the seashore ...
51YOUR idol is shattered in the dustto prove that God's dust is greater thanyour idol. 52MAN does not reveal himself in ...
WHEN the two sisters go to fetch water, they come to this spot and they smile. They must be aware of ...
. "Come and hire me," I cried, while in the morning I was walking on the stone-paved road. Sword in hand, ...
Your questioning eyes are sad. They seek to know mymeaning as the moon would fathom the sea.I have bared my ...
When the two sisters go to fetchwater, they come to this spot andthey smile. They must be aware of somebodywho stands ...
The sleep that flits on baby's eyes-does anybody know from whereit comes? Yes, there is a rumour that it has ...
That I should make much of myself and turn it on all sides,thus casting colored shadows on thy radiance—-such is ...
When I bring to you colored toys, my child,I understand why there is such a play of colors on clouds, ...
In the morning I cast my net into the sea.I dragged up from the dark abyss things of strange aspect ...
WHEN I bring you coloured toys, my child, I understand why there is such a play of colours on clouds, ...
In the beginning of time, there rose from the churning of God'sdream two women. One is the dancer at the ...
The night is black and the forest has no end;a million people thread it in a million ways.We have trysts ...
I hunt for the golden stag. You may smile, my friends, but Ipursue the vision that eludes me. I run across hills ...
I am like a remnant of a cloud of autumnuselessly roaming in the sky, O my sun ever-glorious!Thy touch has ...
I boasted among men that I had known you.They see your pictures in all works of mine.They come and ask ...
To the guests that must go bidGod's speed and brush away all tracesof their steps. Take to your bosom with a ...
Lips' language to lips' ears.Two drinking each other's heart, it seems.Two roving loves who have left home,pilgrims to the confluence ...
Do not keep to yourself the secret ofyour heart, my friend! Say it to me, only to me, in secret. You who ...
That I should make much of myself and turn it on all sides, thus casting colored shadows on thy radiance ...
When I bring you coloured toys, my child, I understand why there is such a play of colours on clouds, ...
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