Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
Lover's Gifts Xxii: I Shall Gladly Suffer
I shall gladly suffer the pride of culture to die out in my house,if only in some happy future I am born a herd-boy in the Brindaforest.The herd-boy..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Moment's Indulgence
I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The worksthat I have in hand I will finish afterwards.Away from the sight of thy face my heart..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Poems On Time
The butterfly counts not months but moments,and has time enough.Time is a wealth of change,but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Home
I paced alone on the road across the field while the sunset washiding its last gold like a miser.The daylight sank deeper and deeper into the..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Poems On Beauty
Beauty is truth's smilewhen she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.Beauty is in the ideal of perfect harmonywhich is in the universal..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Rainy Day
Sullen clouds are gathering fast over the black fringe of theforest.O child, do not go out!The palm trees in a row by the lake are smiting their..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Lover's Gifts Viii: There Is Room For You
There is room for you. You are alone with your few sheaves of rice.My boat is crowded, it is heavily laden, but how can I turn youaway? Your young..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener Lxxxi: Why Do You Whisper So Faintly
Why do you whisper so faintly inmy ears, O Death, my Death?When the flowers droop in theevening and cattle come back to theirstalls, you stealthily..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Old And New
Thou hast made me known to friends whom I knew not.Thou hast given me seats in homes not my own.Thou hast brought the distant near and made a brother..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Still Heart
When I give up the helmI 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..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Lord Of My Life
Thou who art the innermost Spirit of my being,art thou pleased, Lord of my Life?For I give to thee my cup filled with allthe pain and delight that..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Golden Boat
Clouds rumbling in the sky; teeming rain.I sit on the river bank, sad and alone.The sheaves lie gathered, harvest has ended,The river is swollen and..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener Xviii: When Two Sisters
When the two sisters go to fetchwater, they come to this spot andthey smile.They must be aware of somebodywho stands behind the trees when-ever they..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Superior
Mother, your baby is silly! She is so absurdly childish!She does not know the difference between the lights in thestreets and the stars.When we play..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Passing Breeze
Yes, I know, this is nothing but thy love,O beloved of my heart---this golden light that dances upon the leaves,these idle clouds sailing across the..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Stray Birds 31 - 40
31THE trees come up to my windowlike the yearning voice of the dumb earth.32HIS own mornings are new surprises to God.33LIFE finds its wealth by the..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Waiting
The song I came to singremains unsung to this day.I have spent my days in stringingand in unstringing my instrument.The time has not come true,the..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The First Jasmines
Ah, these jasmines, these white jasmines!I seem to remember the first day when I filled my hands withthese jasmines, these white jasmines.I have..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Ocean Of Forms
I dive down into the depth of the ocean of forms,hoping to gain the perfect pearl of the formless.No more sailing from harbor to harbor with this my..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Beginning
"Where have I come from, where did you pick me up?" the baby askedits mother.She answered, half crying, half laughing, and clasping thebaby to her..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Lover's Gifts V: I Would Ask For Still More
I would ask for still more, if I had the sky with all its stars,and the world with its endless riches; but I would be content withthe smallest corner..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Prisoner
`Prisoner, tell me, who was it that bound you?'`It was my master,' said the prisoner.`I thought I could outdo everybody in the world in..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The End
It is time for me to go, mother; I am going.When in the paling darkness of the lonely dawn you stretch outyour arms for your baby in the bed, I shall..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Lotus
On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying,and I knew it not. My basket was empty and the flower remained unheeded.Only now and..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener Lxviii: None Lives For Ever, Brother
None lives for ever, brother, andnothing lasts for long. Keep that inmind and rejoice.Our life is not the one old burden,our path is not the one..
© Rabindranath Tagore