Rabindranath Tagore

(7 May 1861 – 7 August 1941 / Calcutta (Kolkata), Bengal Presidency / British India)

A Moments Indulgence - Poem by Rabindranath Tagore

I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The works
that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.

Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite,
and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.

Today the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs; and
the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove.

Now it is time to sit quite, face to face with thee, and to sing
dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.

Comments about A Moments Indulgence by Rabindranath Tagore

  • Mizzy ........ (9/2/2016 9:51:00 AM)

    Great life message within...... (Report) Reply

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  • (7/17/2016 1:56:00 PM)

    Am a are paranoid jaha chay Tumi tai go (Report) Reply

  • Prabir Gayen (7/14/2016 3:09:00 PM)

    Great (Report) Reply

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    A moment of happiness,
    you and I sitting on the verandah,
    apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.
    We feel the flowing water of life here,
    you and I, with the garden's beauty
    and the birds singing.
    The stars will be watching us,
    and we will show them
    what it is to be a thin crescent moon.
    You and I unselfed, will be together,
    indifferent to idle speculation, you and I.
    The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar
    as we laugh together, you and I.
    In one form upon this earth,
    and in another form in a timeless sweet land.
    Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
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  • (1/18/2016 4:21:00 PM)

    all geat folks composed simple poems

    now we are verbose

    to show offfffffffffff
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    Lalitha Iyer (7/13/2016 2:50:00 AM)

    Brevity is the soul of wisdom, then Einstein said, the simpler you can reproduce, the deeper your knowledge about it is.

  • Madhumitha Murali (7/22/2015 12:00:00 PM)

    Simple but impacting (Report) Reply

  • (5/8/2015 1:23:00 PM)

    Wounded full poem.. (Report) Reply

  • (4/29/2015 11:16:00 AM)

    Great poet every word has immense depth. that's why, they remain evergreen. (Report) Reply

  • (10/18/2014 8:47:00 AM)

    English of Tagore is a real treat
    He expresses in a lucid style
    I am benefited by good musing
    As Tagore provokes usefully.
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  • (7/6/2014 3:47:00 AM)

    wonderful and impressive. (Report) Reply

  • (6/8/2014 8:20:00 PM)

    ...............this is a very sweet write....to sit with the one you love and enjoy a moment of indulgence.....would definitely be creating a wonderful memory to last forever..... (Report) Reply

  • (5/14/2014 10:11:00 AM)

    wonderful poem and feeling is impressive. (Report) Reply

  • Nathan Coppedge (4/28/2014 12:28:00 PM)

    What I don't admire in Tagore is his age- -and his age must still be wise!

    Look in my poems, and you find an age that has not aged- - look in Tagore's poems and you find a wisdom that hasn't aged!

    Which is better? Perhaps the older one! That's what everyone thinks, and if they feel what he feels, they favor the fruit above the flower, the angst above the love, the death above the tower...

    What is lost in Tagore seems reborn. What is lost to me is lost to my poems.
    (Report) Reply

  • Captain Herbert Poetry (4/25/2014 12:25:00 AM)

    an AIR in the universe of poetry (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh Rai (1/5/2014 2:45:00 AM)

    you are in my every breath of my life.
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  • (8/29/2013 12:28:00 PM)

    The Human Soul seeks a moment's indulgence from the Creator. The devotee's Soul has been engrossed in worldliness, daily doing the myriad biddings of the bodily cage. Summer is the season of youth, which reminds the devotee that half the life is gone. The minstrelsy of bees is the humming Anahata sound that a devotee hears in his inner ear when his mind turns inward. The body-bound Soul knows that it has no immediate escape from the pressing worldly ties, until all its duties are over. However, it yearns for just a moment's contact with its Source, which is Eternity. That single moment's indulgence can flood the devotee's heart with joy immeasurable, making the inevitable passage through life's winter less painful. In fact, that single moment's joy can make the devotee's remaining journey a rather blissful experience, in constant anticipation of his soul's final merger with the Infinite.... Each one of Tagore's poems is a spiritual classic! ! (Report) Reply

  • (7/12/2013 11:57:00 AM)

    Old world charm and elegance mixed with a modernist approach to composition. A remarkable poem. Shows the unmatched genius of Tagore. The words have come out of the depths of human heart. (Report) Reply

  • (10/14/2012 10:04:00 AM)

    The dullness of work and science when longing for our utmost beloved... (Report) Reply

  • (7/25/2012 10:29:00 AM)

    what a great poetry what a great poet? hats off (Report) Reply

  • Shouvik Roy (6/24/2012 1:16:00 AM)

    One should read him in bengali, its magical.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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