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").
Only Thee
That I want thee, only thee---let my heart repeat without end.All desires that distract me, day and night,are false and empty to the core.As the..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Lover's Gifts Ii: Come To My Garden Walk
Come to my garden walk, my love. Pass by the fervid flowers thatpress themselves on your sight. Pass them by, stopping at somechance joy, which like..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Song Unsung
The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day.I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument.The time has not come..
© Rabindranath Tagore
When And Why
When I bring you coloured toys, my child, I understand why thereis such a play of colours on clouds, on water, and why flowers arepainted in..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Seashore
On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.The infinite sky is motionless overheadand the restless water is boisterous.On the seashore of..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Palm Tree
Palm-tree: single-legged giant,topping other trees,peering at the firmament -It longs to pierce the black cloud-ceilingand fly away, away,if only it..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Sympathy
If I were only a little puppy, not your baby, mother dear, wouldyou say "No" to me if I tried to eat from your dish?Would you drive me off, saying to..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Sail Away
Early in the day it was whispered that we should sail in a boat,only thou and I, and never a soul in the world would know of this ourpilgrimage to no..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Lover's Gifts Xlii: Are You A Mere Picture
Are you a mere picture, and not as true as those stars, true asthis dust? They throb with the pulse of things, but you areimmensely aloof in your..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Child-Angel
They clamour and fight, they doubt and despair, they know no endto their wrangling.Let your life come amongst them like a flame of light, mychild..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Lover's Gifts Lii: Tired Of Waiting
Tired of waiting, you burst your bonds, impatient flowers, beforethe winter had gone. Glimpses of the unseen comer reached yourwayside watch, and you..
© Rabindranath Tagore
I
I wonder if I know himIn whose speech is my voice,In whose movement is my being,Whose skill is in my lines,Whose melody is in my songsIn joy and..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Lover's Gifts Lvi: The Evening Was Lonely
The evening was lonely for me, and I was reading a book till myheart became dry, and it seemed to me that beauty was a thingfashioned by the traders..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Kiss
Lips' language to lips' ears.Two drinking each other's heart, it seems.Two roving loves who have left home,pilgrims to the confluence of lips.Two..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Sailor
The boat of the boatman Madhu is moored at the wharf of Rajgunj.It is uselessly laden with jute, and has been lying there idlefor ever so long.If he..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Purity
Life of my life, I shall ever try to keep my body pure, knowingthat thy living touch is upon all my limbs.I shall ever try to keep all untruths out..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Senses
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..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Silent Steps
Have you not heard his silent steps?He comes, comes, ever comes.Every moment and every age,every day and every night he comes, comes, ever comes.Many..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener Xxxiv: Do Not Go, My Love
Do not go, my love, without askingmy leave.I have watched all night, and nowmy eyes are heavy with sleep.I fear lest I lose you when I'msleeping.Do..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener Xxvii: Trust Love
'Trust love even if it brings sorrow.Do not close up your heart.''Ah no, my friend, your words aredark, I cannot understand them.''Pleasure is frail..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Ungrateful Sorrow
At dawn shey departedMy mind tried to console me -' Everything is Maya'.Angrily I replied:'Here's this sewing box on the table,that flower-pot on the..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Lover's Gifts Iv: She Is Near To My Heart
She is near to my heart as the meadow-flower to the earth; she issweet to me as sleep is to tired limbs. My love for her is my lifeflowing in its..
© Rabindranath Tagore
On The Nature Of Love
The night is black and the forest has no end;a million people thread it in a million ways.We have trysts to keep in the darkness, but whereor with..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Sleep
In the night of wearinesslet me give myself up to sleep without struggle,resting my trust upon thee.Let me not force my flagging spirit into a poor..
© Rabindranath Tagore
She
She who ever had remained in the depth of my being,in the twilight of gleams and of glimpses;she who never opened her veils in the morning light,will..
© Rabindranath Tagore