Category Archives: Rabindranath Tagore

Senses – Rabindranath Tagore

Deliverance is not for me in renunciation.  I feel the embrace of freedom in a thousand bonds of delight.  Thou ever pourest for me the fresh draught of thy wine of various  colours and fragrance, filling this earthen vessel to … Continue reading

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Still Heart – Rabindranath Tagore

When I give up the helm  I know that the time has come for thee to take it.  What there is to do will be instantly done.  Vain is this struggle.  Then take away your hands  and silently put up … Continue reading

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Paper Boats – Rabindranath Tagore

Day by day I float my paper boats one by one down the running  stream.  In bid black letters I write my name on them and the name of  the village where I live.  I hope that someone in some … Continue reading

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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 … Continue reading

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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  … Continue reading

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My Friend – Rabindranath Tagore

Art thou abroad on this stormy night  on thy journey of love, my friend?  The sky groans like one in despair.  I have no sleep tonight.  Ever and again I open my door and look out on  the darkness, my … Continue reading

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Maya – Rabindranath Tagore

That I should make much of myself and turn it on all sides,  thus casting colored shadows on thy radiance  —such is thy Maya.  Thou settest a barrier in thine own being  and then callest thy severed self in myriad … Continue reading

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