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").

My Polar Star

I have made You the polar star of myexistence; never again can I lose my way in thevoyage of life.Wherever I go, You are always there toshower your..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Signet Of Eternity

The day was when I did not keep myself in readiness for thee;and entering my heart unbidden even as one of the common crowd,unknown to me, my king..

© Rabindranath Tagore

The Chanpa Flower

Supposing I became a chanpa flower, just for fun, and grew on abranch high up that tree, and shook in the wind with laughter anddanced upon the newly..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Lover's Gifts Xlviii: I Travelled The Old Road

I travelled the old road every day, I took my fruits to the market,my cattle to the meadows, I ferried my boat across the stream andall the ways were..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Roaming Cloud

I am like a remnant of a cloud of autumnuselessly roaming in the sky, O my sun ever-glorious!Thy touch has not yet melted my vapor,making me one with..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Threshold

I was not aware of the momentwhen I first crossed the threshold of this life.What was the power that made me open out into this vast mysterylike a..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Lover's Gifts Xlvii: The Road Is

The road is my wedded companion. She speaks to me under my feet allday, she sings to my dreams all night.My meeting with her had no beginning, it..

© Rabindranath Tagore

The Little Big Man

I am small because I am a little child. I shall be big when I amas old as my father is.My teacher will come and say, "It is late, bring your slateand..

© Rabindranath Tagore

The Sun Of The First Day

The sun of the first dayPut the questionTo the new manifestation of life-Who are you?There was no answer.Years passed by.The last sun of the last..

© Rabindranath Tagore

The Land Of The Exile

Mother, the light has grown grey in the sky; I do not know whatthe time is.There is no fun in my play, so I have come to you. It isSaturday, our..

© Rabindranath Tagore

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