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 51 - 60
51YOUR idol is shattered in the dustto prove that God's dust is greater thanyour idol.52MAN does not reveal himself in his history,he struggles up..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener X: Let Your Work Be, Bride
Let your work be, bride. Listen, theguest has come.Do you hear, he is gently shakingthe chain which fastens the door?See that your anklets make no..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener Lxxvi: The Fair Was On
The fair was on before the temple.It had rained from the early morningand the day came to its end.Brighter than all the gladness ofthe crowd was the..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener Lxix: I Hunt For The Golden Stag
I hunt for the golden stag.You may smile, my friends, but Ipursue the vision that eludes me.I run across hills and dales, I wanderthrough nameless..
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The Gardener Xxi: Why Did He Choose
Why did he choose to come to mydoor, the wandering youth, when theday dawned?As I come in and out I pass by himevery time, and my eyes are caught..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Gardener Xxii: When She Passed By Me
When she passed by me with quicksteps, the end of her skirt touchedme.From the unknown island of aheart came a sudden warm breath ofspring.A flutter..
© Rabindranath Tagore
From Afar
The 'I' that floats along the wave of time,From a distance I watch him.With the dust and the water,With the fruit and the flower,With the All he is..
© Rabindranath Tagore
The Unheeded Pageant
Ah, who was it coloured that little frock, my child, and coveredyour sweet limbs with that little red tunic?You have come out in the morning to play..
© Rabindranath Tagore
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..
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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..
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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..
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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..
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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..
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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..
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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..
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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..
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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..
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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..
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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..
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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