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").
Stray Birds 61 - 70
61TAKE my wine in my own cup, friend.It loses its wreath of foamwhen poured into that of others.62THE Perfect decks itself in beautyfor the love of..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener Xxix: Speak To Me My Love
Speak to me, my love! Tell me inwords what you sang.The night is dark. The stars arelost in clouds. The wind is sighingthrough the leaves.I will let..
© Rabindranath Tagore
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