Poems On Man – Rabindranath Tagore

Man goes into the noisy crowd 

to drown his own clamour of silence. 
Man is immortal; therefore he must die endlessly. 

For life is a creative idea; 

it can only find itself in changing forms. 
Man’s abiding happiness is not in getting anything 

but in giving himself up to what is greater than himself, 

to ideas which are larger than his individual life, 

the idea of his country, 

of humanity, 

of God.

Poems On Life – Rabindranath Tagore

Life is given to us, 

we earn it by giving it. 
Let the dead have the immortality of fame, 

but the living the immortality of love. 
Life’s errors cry for the merciful beauty 

that can modulate their isolation into a 

harmony with the whole. 
Life, like a child, laughs, 

shaking its rattle of death as it runs.