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 Banyan Tree

O you shaggy-headed banyan tree standing on the bank of the pond,have you forgotten the little chile, like the birds that havenested in your branches..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Let Me Not Forget

If it is not my portion to meet thee in this lifethen let me ever feel that I have missed thy sight---let me not forget for a moment,let me carry the..

© Rabindranath Tagore

When Day Is Done

If the day is done,if birds sing no more,if the wind has flagged tired,then draw the veil of darkness thick upon me,even as thou hast wrapt the earth..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Hard Times

Music is silenced, the dark descending slowlyHas stripped unending skies of all companions.Weariness grips your limbs and within the locked..

© Rabindranath Tagore

I Am Restless

I am restless. I am athirst for far-away things.My soul goes out in a longing to touch the skirt of the dim distance.O Great Beyond, O the keen call..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Little Flute

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

© Rabindranath Tagore

Brahmā, VişņU, ŚIva

I THE DARKIn a worldless timeless lightless great emptinessFour-faced Brahma broods.nasad asin, no sad asit tadanim;nasid raja no vioma paro yat.kim..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Stream Of Life

The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and dayruns through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.It is the same life that..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Fool

O Fool, try to carry thyself upon thy own shoulders!O beggar, to come beg at thy own door!Leave all thy burdens on his hands who can bear all,and..

© Rabindranath Tagore

Fireflies

My fancies are fireflies, —Specks of living lighttwinkling in the dark.The voice of wayside pansies,that do not attract the careless glance,murmurs..

© Rabindranath Tagore

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