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").

Palm Tree

Palm-tree: single-legged giant,topping other trees,peering at the firmament -It longs to pierce the black cloud-ceilingand fly away, away,if only it..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Sympathy

If I were only a little puppy, not your baby, mother dear, wouldyou say "No" to me if I tried to eat from your dish?Would you drive me off, saying to..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Sail Away

Early in the day it was whispered that we should sail in a boat,only thou and I, and never a soul in the world would know of this ourpilgrimage to no..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Lover's Gifts Xlii: Are You A Mere Picture

Are you a mere picture, and not as true as those stars, true asthis dust? They throb with the pulse of things, but you areimmensely aloof in your..

© Rabindranath Tagore

The Child-Angel

They clamour and fight, they doubt and despair, they know no endto their wrangling.Let your life come amongst them like a flame of light, mychild..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Lover's Gifts Lii: Tired Of Waiting

Tired of waiting, you burst your bonds, impatient flowers, beforethe winter had gone. Glimpses of the unseen comer reached yourwayside watch, and you..

© Rabindranath Tagore

I

I wonder if I know himIn whose speech is my voice,In whose movement is my being,Whose skill is in my lines,Whose melody is in my songsIn joy and..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Lover's Gifts Lvi: The Evening Was Lonely

The evening was lonely for me, and I was reading a book till myheart became dry, and it seemed to me that beauty was a thingfashioned by the traders..

© Rabindranath Tagore

The Kiss

Lips' language to lips' ears.Two drinking each other's heart, it seems.Two roving loves who have left home,pilgrims to the confluence of lips.Two..

© Rabindranath Tagore

The Sailor

The boat of the boatman Madhu is moored at the wharf of Rajgunj.It is uselessly laden with jute, and has been lying there idlefor ever so long.If he..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Purity

Life of my life, I shall ever try to keep my body pure, knowingthat thy living touch is upon all my limbs.I shall ever try to keep all untruths out..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Senses

Deliverance is not for me in renunciation.I feel the embrace of freedom in a thousand bonds of delight.Thou ever pourest for me the fresh draught of..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Silent Steps

Have you not heard his silent steps?He comes, comes, ever comes.Every moment and every age,every day and every night he comes, comes, ever comes.Many..

© Rabindranath Tagore

The Gardener Xxxiv: Do Not Go, My Love

Do not go, my love, without askingmy leave.I have watched all night, and nowmy eyes are heavy with sleep.I fear lest I lose you when I'msleeping.Do..

© Rabindranath Tagore

The Gardener Xxvii: Trust Love

'Trust love even if it brings sorrow.Do not close up your heart.''Ah no, my friend, your words aredark, I cannot understand them.''Pleasure is frail..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Ungrateful Sorrow

At dawn shey departedMy mind tried to console me -' Everything is Maya'.Angrily I replied:'Here's this sewing box on the table,that flower-pot on the..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Lover's Gifts Iv: She Is Near To My Heart

She is near to my heart as the meadow-flower to the earth; she issweet to me as sleep is to tired limbs. My love for her is my lifeflowing in its..

© Rabindranath Tagore

On The Nature Of Love

The night is black and the forest has no end;a million people thread it in a million ways.We have trysts to keep in the darkness, but whereor with..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Sleep

In the night of wearinesslet me give myself up to sleep without struggle,resting my trust upon thee.Let me not force my flagging spirit into a poor..

© Rabindranath Tagore

She

She who ever had remained in the depth of my being,in the twilight of gleams and of glimpses;she who never opened her veils in the morning light,will..

© Rabindranath Tagore

The Gardener Xxviii: Your Questioning Eyes

Your questioning eyes are sad. Theyseek to know my meaning as the moonwould fathom the sea.I have bared my life before youreyes from end to end, with..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Innermost One

He it is, the innermost one,who awakens my being with his deep hidden touches.He it is who puts his enchantment upon these eyesand joyfully plays on..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Parting Words

When I go from hencelet this be my parting word,that what I have seen is unsurpassable.I have tasted of the hidden honey of this lotusthat expands on..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Poems On Life

Life is given to us,we earn it by giving it.Let the dead have the immortality of fame,but the living the immortality of love.Life's errors cry for..

© Rabindranath Tagore

The Gardener Lix: O Woman

O woman, you are not merely thehandiwork of God, but also of men;these are ever endowing you withbeauty from their hearts.Poets are weaving for you a..

© Rabindranath Tagore