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").
The Gardener Lxxxiii: She Dwelt On The Hillside
She dwelt on the hillside by edgeof a maize-field, near the spring thatflows in laughing rills through thesolemn shadows of ancient trees. Thewomen..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener Lxxix: I Often Wonder
I often wonder where lie hiddenthe boundaries of recognition betweenman and the beast whose heart knowsno spoken language.Through what primal..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener Xxvi: What Comes From Your Willing Hands
"What comes from your willinghands I take. I beg for nothingmore.""Yes, yes, I know you, modestmendicant, you ask for all that onehas.""If there be a..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Unyielding
When I called you in your gardenMango blooms were rich in fragrance -Why did you remain so distant,Keep your doors so tightly fastened?Blossoms grew..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Merchant
Imagine, mother, that you are to stay at home and I am to travelinto strange lands.Imagine that my boat is ready at the landing fully laden.Now think..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener Xvi: Hands Cling To Eyes
Hands cling to hands and eyes lingeron eyes: thus begins the record of ourhearts.It is the moonlit night of March;the sweet smell of henna is in the..
© Rabindranath Tagore
In The Dusky Path Of A Dream
IN the dusky path of a dream I went to seek the love who was mine in a former life.Her house stood at the end of a desolate street.In the evening..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener Lxxv: At Midnight
At midnight the would-be asceticannounced:"This is the time to give up myhome and seek for God. Ah, who hasheld me so long in delusion here?"God..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener Xix: You Walked
You walked by the riverside pathwith the full pitcher upon your hip.Why did you swiftly turn your faceand peep at me through your flutteringveil?That..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener Xx: Day After Day He Comes
Day after day he comes and goesaway.Go, and give him a flower from myhair, my friend.If he asks who was it that sent it, Ientreat you do not tell him..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener Xlviii: Free Me
Free me from the bonds of yoursweetness, my love! Nor more of thiswine of kisses.This mist of heavy incense stiflesmy heart.Open the doors, make room..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener Xlii: O Mad, Superbly Drunk
O mad, superbly drunk;If you kick open your doors andplay the fool in public;If you empty your bag in a night,and snap your fingers at prudence;If..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener Xlv: To The Guests
To the guests that must go bidGod's speed and brush away all tracesof their steps.Take to your bosom with a smilewhat is easy and simple and..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Stray Birds 41 - 50
41THE trees,like the longings of the earth,stand a-tiptoe to peep at the heaven.42YOU smiled and talked to me of nothingand I felt that for this I..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener Lxiv: I Spent My Day
I spent my day on the scorchinghot dust of the road.Now, in the cool of the evening, Iknock at the door of the inn. It isdeserted and in ruins.A grim..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Stray Birds 81 - 90
81WHAT is this unseen flame of darknesswhose sparks are the stars?82LET life be beautiful like summer flowersand death like autumn leaves.88HE who..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Lover's Gifts Lviii: Things Throng And Laugh
Things throng and laugh loud in the sky; the sands and dust danceand whirl like children. Man's mind is aroused by their shouts; histhoughts long to..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Lover's Gifts Xix: It Is Written In The Book
It is written in the book that Man, when fifty, must leave thenoisy world, to go to the forest seclusion. But the poet proclaimsthat the forest..
© Rabindranath Tagore
When I Go Alone At Night
WHEN I go alone at night to my love-tryst, birds do not sing, the wind does not stir, the houses on both sides of the street stand silent.It is my..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener Lv: It Was Mid-Day
It was mid-day when you wentaway .The sun was strong in the sky.I had done my work and sat aloneon my balcony when you went away.Fitful gusts came..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Stray Birds 81 - 90
81WHAT is this unseen flame of darknesswhose sparks are the stars?82LET life be beautiful like summer flowersand death like autumn leaves.88HE who..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener Xliii: No, My Friends
No, my friends, I shall never be anascetic, whatever you may say.I shall never be and ascetic if shedoes not take the vow with me.It is my firm..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Recall
The night was dark when she went away, and the slept.The night is dark now, and I call for her, "Come back, mydarling; the world is asleep; and no..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Salutation
In one salutation to thee, my God,let all my senses spread out and touch this world at thy feet.Like a rain-cloud of Julyhung low with its burden of..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Sleep-Stealer
Who stole sleep from baby's eyes? I must know.Clasping her pitcher to her waist mother went to fetch waterfrom the village near by.It was noon. The..
© Rabindranath Tagore