The Gardener LXI: Peace, My Heart (Rabindranath Tagore Poems)
Peace, my heart, let the time forthe parting be sweet.Let it not be a death but completeness.Let love melt into ...
Peace, my heart, let the time forthe parting be sweet.Let it not be a death but completeness.Let love melt into ...
On many an idle day have I grieved over lost time.But it is never lost, my lord.Thou hast taken every ...
I thought that my voyage had come to its endat the last limit of my power,—-that the path before me ...
Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not! I fear lest itdroop and drop into the dust.I may not ...
The butterfly counts not months but moments,and has time enough.~Time is a wealth of change,but the clock in its parody ...
Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not! I fear lest it droop and drop into the dust. I ...
The morning sea of silence broke into ripples of bird songs; and the flowers were all merry by the roadside; ...
On many an idle day have I grieved over lost time. But it is never lost, my lord. Thou hast ...
Mother, the light has grown grey in the sky; I do not know what the time is. There is no ...
Tired of waiting, you burst your bonds, impatient flowers, before the winter had gone. Glimpses of the unseen comer reached ...
No more noisy, loud words from me---such is my master's will. Henceforth I deal in whispers. The speech of my ...
In the beginning of time, there rose from the churning of God's dream two women. One is the dancer at ...
Early in the day it was whispered that we should sail in a boat, only thou and I, and never ...
The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and ...
When I give up the helm I know that the time has come for thee to take it. What there ...
When storm-clouds rumble in the sky and June showers come down. The moist east wind comes marching over the heath ...
Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet. Let it not be a death but completeness. Let ...
At midnight the would-be ascetic announced: "This is the time to give up my home and seek for God. Ah, ...
An unbelieving smile flits on your eyes when I come to you to take my leave. I have done it ...
To the guests that must go bid God's speed and brush away all traces of their steps. Take to your ...
I thought that my voyage had come to its end at the last limit of my power,---that the path before ...
You left me and went on your way. I thought I should mourn for you and set your solitary image ...
Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me- "We play from the time we wake ...
Why did he choose to come to my door, the wandering youth, when the day dawned? As I come in ...
I know not from what distant time thou art ever coming nearer to meet me. Thy sun and stars can ...
My love, once upon a time your poet launched a great epic in his mind. Alas, I was not careful, ...
Time is endless in thy hands, my lord. There is none to count thy minutes. Days and nights pass and ...
Mother, let us imagine we are travelling, and passing through a strange and dangerous country. You are riding in a ...
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