Poems of Rabindranath Tagore
|83.||Ocean of Forms||1/1/2004|
|84.||Old And New||1/1/2004|
|85.||On The Nature Of Love||3/23/2010|
|86.||On the Seashore||1/1/2004|
|87.||One Day In Spring....||3/23/2010|
|95.||Poems On Beauty||3/23/2010|
|96.||Poems On Life||3/23/2010|
|97.||Poems On Love||3/23/2010|
|98.||Poems On Man||3/23/2010|
|99.||Poems On Time||3/23/2010|
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 my
voyage through the wildernesses of worlds leaving my track on many a star and planet.
It is the most distant course that comes nearest to thyself,
and that training is the most intricate which leads to the utter simplicity of a tune.
The traveler has to knock at every alien door to come to his own,