Lover’s Gifts LIV: In the Beginning of Time (Rabindranath Tagore Poems)
In the beginning of time, there rose from the churning of God's dream two women. One is the dancer at ...
In the beginning of time, there rose from the churning of God's dream two women. One is the dancer at ...
The sleep that flits on baby's eyes-does anybody know from where it comes? Yes, there is a rumour that it ...
Take back your coins, King's Councillor. I am of those women you sent to the forest shrine to decoy the ...
Why do you sit there on the floor so quiet and silent, tell me, mother dear? The rain is coming ...
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, ...
On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous. ...
I am like a remnant of a cloud of autumn uselessly roaming in the sky, O my sun ever-glorious! Thy ...
On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous. ...
I boasted among men that I had known you. They see your pictures in all works of mine. They come ...
I hunt for the golden stag. You may smile, my friends, but I pursue the vision that eludes me. I ...
To the guests that must go bid God's speed and brush away all traces of their steps. Take to your ...
You left me and went on your way. I thought I should mourn for you and set your solitary image ...
Hands cling to hands and eyes linger on eyes: thus begins the record of our hearts. It is the moonlit ...
When the two sisters go to fetch water, they come to this spot and they smile. They must be aware ...
If baby only wanted to, he could fly up to heaven this moment. It is not for nothing that he ...
Do not keep to yourself the secret of your heart, my friend! Say it to me, only to me, in ...
Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me- "We play from the time we wake ...
Your questioning eyes are sad. They seek to know my meaning as the moon would fathom the sea. I have ...
When I bring to you colored toys, my child, I understand why there is such a play of colors on ...
The morning sea of silence broke into ripples of bird songs; and the flowers were all merry by the roadside; ...
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