Share this poem:
Rabindranath Tagore
Endless Time - Poem by Rabindranath Tagore
Time is endless in thy hands, my lord.
There is none to count thy minutes.
Days and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers.
Thou knowest how to wait.
Thy centuries follow each other perfecting a small wild flower.
We have no time to lose,
and having no time we must scramble for a chance.
We are too poor to be late.
And thus it is that time goes by
while I give it to every querulous man who claims it,
and thine altar is empty of all offerings to the last.
At the end of the day I hasten in fear lest thy gate be shut;
but I find that yet there is time.
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem »
Read poems about / on: flower, fear, time, lost
Rabindranath Tagore's Other Poems
Famous Poems
- Still I RiseMaya Angelou
- The Road Not TakenRobert Frost
- If You Forget MePablo Neruda
- DreamsLangston Hughes
- Annabel LeeEdgar Allan Poe
- Stopping By Woods On A Snowy EveningRobert Frost
- IfRudyard Kipling
- Do Not Stand At My Grave And WeepMary Elizabeth Frye
- I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love YouPablo Neruda
- TelevisionRoald Dahl
Time, prayer, God and fear and great commitments. tony (Report)Reply
Time is endless in thy hands, my lord.
There is none to count thy minutes.
Days and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers.
Thou knowest how to wait.
Thy centuries follow each other perfecting a small wild flower.- - - -I am in awe and wonder at the poet and his poem. (Report)Reply
very nice and meaningful poem (Report)Reply
We have no time to loose. We are too poor to be late (Report)Reply
This poem is mind blowing
Thank you (Report)Reply
I like it (Report)Reply
Love it (Report)Reply
Matureed poem means are good and Godlike (Report)Reply
Very nice and best poem I liked this .. (Report)Reply
wow superb and great introspection of time by the ever greatest POET (Report)Reply
Beautiful poem elegantly brought forth with spiritual insight. (Report)Reply
this amazin poem shows the fear of seath as it seeks us out while the clock silently but inexorably, ticks and
tocks and destroys us wuietly and without mercy. (Report)Reply
Time is endless in thy hands, my lord.
There is none to count thy minutes. Nice work (Report)Reply
A great poem from the master's pen! ....Days and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers..... It's my great pleasure to read it (Report)Reply
It is not a imaginary poem. It is a real poem (Report)Reply
Really this poem is so difficult and this is similarly our life..... The poem is so imaginary. (Report)Reply
It is true that we have no time.Hence it is called time is money. (Report)Reply
Profound poem and a master stroke by a brilliant poet. We seldom thing to use the time judiciously. (Report)Reply
Awesome comment.......
Excellent poem. The time is more valuable. But we can't use proper time. I love this poet. Heartiest regards this poet. (Report)Reply
............a wonderful poem, and excellent theme ★ (Report)Reply