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 Friend

Art thou abroad on this stormy nighton thy journey of love, my friend?The sky groans like one in despair.I have no sleep tonight.Ever and again I..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Journey Home

The time that my journey takes is long and the way of it long.I came out on the chariot of the first gleam of light, and pursued myvoyage through the..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Freedom

Freedom from fear is the freedomI claim for you my motherland!Freedom from the burden of the ages, bending your head,breaking your back, blinding..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Paper Boats

Day by day I float my paper boats one by one down the runningstream.In bid black letters I write my name on them and the name ofthe village where I..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Dungeon

He whom I enclose with my name is weeping in this dungeon.I am ever busy building this wall all around; and as this wall goes up intothe sky day by..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Friend

Art thou abroad on this stormy nighton thy journey of love, my friend?The sky groans like one in despair.I have no sleep tonight.Ever and again I..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Unending Love

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…In life after life, in age after age, forever.My spellbound heart has made and remade..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Gitanjali

1.Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.This little..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Little Of Me

Let only that little be left of mewhereby I may name thee my all.Let only that little be left of my willwhereby I may feel thee on every side,and..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Fairyland

If people came to know where my king's palace is, it would vanishinto the air.The walls are of white silver and the roof of shining gold.The queen..

© Rabindranath Tagore

The Flower-School

When storm-clouds rumble in the sky and June showers come down.The moist east wind comes marching over the heath to blow itsbagpipes among the..

© Rabindranath Tagore

At The Last Watch

Pity, in place of love,That pettiest of gifts,Is but a sugar-coating over neglect.Any passerby can make a gift of itTo a street beggar,Only to forget..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Who Is This

I came out alone on my way to my tryst.But who is this that follows me in the silent dark?I move aside to avoid his presence but I escape him not.He..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Distant Time

I know not from what distant timethou art ever coming nearer to meet me.Thy sun and stars can never keep thee hidden from me for aye.In many a..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Vocation

When the gong sounds ten in the morning and I walk to school by ourlane.Every day I meet the hawker crying, 'Bangles, crystalbangles! 'There is..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Authorship

You say that father write a lot of books, but what he write I don'tunderstand.He was reading to you all the evening, but could you reallymake out..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Death

O thou the last fulfilment of life,Death, my death, come and whisper to me!Day after day I have kept watch for thee;for thee have I borne the joys..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Farewell

I have got my leave. Bid me farewell, my brothers!I bow to you all and take my departure.Here I give back the keys of my door---and I give up all..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Benediction

Bless this little heart, this white soul that has won the kiss ofheaven for our earth.He loves the light of the sun, he loves the sight of..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Beggarly Heart

When the heart is hard and parched up,come upon me with a shower of mercy.When grace is lost from life,come with a burst of song.When tumultuous work..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Give Me Strength

This is my prayer to thee, my lord---strike,strike at the root of penury in my heart.Give me the strength lightly to bear my joys and sorrows.Give me..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Baby's Way

If baby only wanted to, he could fly up to heaven this moment.It is not for nothing that he does not leave us.He loves to rest his head on mother's..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Defamation

Whey are those tears in your eyes, my child?How horrid of them to be always scolding you for nothing!You have stained your fingers and face with ink..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Colored Toys

When I bring to you colored toys, my child,I understand why there is such a play of colors on clouds, on water,and why flowers are painted in tints..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Flower

Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not! I fear lest itdroop and drop into the dust.I may not find a place in thy garland, but honour it with..

© Rabindranath Tagore