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 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

Stray Birds 31 - 40

31THE trees come up to my windowlike the yearning voice of the dumb earth.32HIS own mornings are new surprises to God.33LIFE finds its wealth by the..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Waiting

The song I came to singremains unsung to this day.I have spent my days in stringingand in unstringing my instrument.The time has not come true,the..

© Rabindranath Tagore

The First Jasmines

Ah, these jasmines, these white jasmines!I seem to remember the first day when I filled my hands withthese jasmines, these white jasmines.I have..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Ocean Of Forms

I dive down into the depth of the ocean of forms,hoping to gain the perfect pearl of the formless.No more sailing from harbor to harbor with this my..

© Rabindranath Tagore

The Beginning

"Where have I come from, where did you pick me up?" the baby askedits mother.She answered, half crying, half laughing, and clasping thebaby to her..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Lover's Gifts V: I Would Ask For Still More

I would ask for still more, if I had the sky with all its stars,and the world with its endless riches; but I would be content withthe smallest corner..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Prisoner

`Prisoner, tell me, who was it that bound you?'`It was my master,' said the prisoner.`I thought I could outdo everybody in the world in..

© Rabindranath Tagore