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").
One Day In Spring....
One day in spring, a woman cameIn my lonely woods,In the lovely form of the Beloved.Came, to give to my songs, melodies,To give to my dreams..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener Xlvi: You Left Me
You left me and went on your way.I thought I should mourn for youand set your solitary image in myheart wrought in a golden song.But ah, my evil..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Lover's Gifts Lxx: Take Back Your Coins
Take back your coins, King's Councillor. I am of those women yousent to the forest shrine to decoy the young ascetic who had neverseen a women. I..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Lover's Gifts Xl: A Message Came
A message came from my youth of vanished days, saying, " I wait foryou among the quivering of unborn May, where smiles ripen for tearsand hours ache..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener Iv: Ah Me
Ah me, why did they build myhouse by the road to the markettown?They moor their laden boats nearmy trees.They come and go and wander attheir will.I..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Stray Birds 91 - 99
91THE great earth makes herself hospitablewith the help of the grass.92THE birth and death of the leavesare the rapid whirls of the eddywhose wider..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener Lvii: I Plucked Your Flower
I plucked your flower, O world!I pressed it to my heart and thethorn pricked.When the day waned and itdarkened, I found that the flower hadfaded, but..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener Xi: Come As You Are
Come as you are; do not loiter overyour toilet.If your braided hair has loosened ifthe parting of your hair be not straight,if the ribbons of your..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener Xiv: I Was Walking By The Road
I was walking by the road, I do notknow why, when the noonday was pastand bamboo branches rustled in thewind.The prone shadows with their..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener Ix: When I Go Alone At Night
When I go alone at night to mylove-tryst, birds do not sing, the winddoes not stir, the houses on both sidesof the street stand silent.It is my own..
© Rabindranath Tagore
O Fool
O Fool, try to carry thyself upon thy own shoulders!O beggar, to come beg at thy own door!Leave all thy burdens on his hands who can bear all,and..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Further Bank
I long to go over there to the further bank of the river.Where those boats are tied to the bamboo poles in a line;Where men cross over in their boats..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Source
The sleep that flits on baby's eyes-does anybody know from whereit comes? Yes, there is a rumour that it has its dwelling where,in the fairy village..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Lover's Gifts Xvi: She Dwelt Here By The Pool
She dwelt here by the pool with its landing-stairs in ruins. Manyan evening she had watched the moon made dizzy by the shaking ofbamboo leaves, and..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Lover's Gifts Xliii: Dying, You Have Left Behind
Dying, you have left behind you the great sadness of the Eternalin my life. You have painted my thought's horizon with the sunsetcolours of your..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener Xxxviii: My Love, Once Upon A Time
My love, once upon a time your poetlaunched a great epic in his mind.Alas, I was not careful, and it struckyour ringing anklets and came togrief.It..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Lover's Gifts Xiii: Last Night In The Garden
Last night in the garden I offered you my youth's foaming wine. Youlifted the cup to your lips, you shut your eyes and smiled whileI raised your..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Lover's Gifts Xxxix: There Is A Looker-On
There is a looker-on who sits behind my eyes. I seems he has seenthings in ages and worlds beyond memory's shore, and thoseforgotten sights glisten..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Poems On Love
Love adorns itself;it seeks to prove inward joy by outward beauty.Love does not claim possession,but gives freedom.Love is an endless mystery,for it..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Keep Me Fully Glad
IIKeep me fully glad with nothing. Only take my hand in your hand.In the gloom of the deepening night take up my heart and play with it as you list...
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener Xl: An Unbelieving Smile
An unbelieving smile flits on youreyes when I come to you to take myleave.I have done it so often that youthink I will soon return.To tell you the..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Untimely Leave
No more noisy, loud words from me---such is my master's will.Henceforth I deal in whispers.The speech of my heart will be carried on in murmurings of..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Wicked Postman
Why do you sit there on the floor so quiet and silent, tell me,mother dear?The rain is coming in through the open window, making you allwet, and you..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Sit Smiling
I boasted among men that I had known you.They see your pictures in all works of mine.They come and ask me, `Who is he?'I know not how to answer..
© Rabindranath Tagore
Stray Birds 11- 20
11SOME unseen fingers, like idle breeze,are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.12'WHAT language is thine, O sea?''The language of eternal..
© Rabindranath Tagore