Rabindranath Tagore

Calcutta (Kolkata), Bengal Presidency / British India
Rabindranath Tagore
Calcutta (Kolkata), Bengal Presidency / British India
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Hard Times

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Music is silenced, the dark descending slowly
Has stripped unending skies of all companions.
Weariness grips your limbs and within the locked horizons
Dumbly ring the bells of hugely gathering fears.
Still, O bird, O sightless bird,
Not yet, not yet the time to furl your wings.


It's not melodious woodlands but the leaps and falls
Of an ocean's drowsy booming,

Not a grove bedecked with flowers but a tumult flecked with foam.
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Monica Choudhury 23 November 2013

I loved the poem in its original bengali version ever since I can remember. This is a wonderful translation

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Bernard F. Asuncion 10 July 2018

Such a great poem by Rabindranath Tagore??????

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Ratnakar Mandlik 04 July 2019

" Across the shoreless dark the crescent moon Has thinly just appeared upon the dim horizon" . Great lines profound and lovely.

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Dr Dillip K Swain 10 July 2018

Still, O bird, O sightless bird, Not yet, not yet the time to furl your wings. - - - Scintillating effect................................I find enormous pleasure when I read any one of your poems! Your poetry is immortal!

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Bharati Nayak 10 July 2018

All that is past: your fears and loves and hopes; All that is lost: your words and lamentation; No longer yours a home nor a bed composed of flowers. For wings are all you have, and the sky's broadening countryard, And the dawn steeped in darkness, lacking all direction. Dear bird, my sightless bird, Not yet, not yet the time to furl your wings! - - - - - - -Such a great write from the pen of a world poet.

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Savita Tyagi 10 July 2018

Such a beautiful poem from a Master poet. A masterpiece of lovely imagery.

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Akshay kumar 21 April 2021

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makers 21 January 2021

hi can you give me an indepth analysis in the fourth stanza? i cant really understand it thank you

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Dr. Antony Theodore 10 July 2018

Still, O bird, my sightless bird, Not yet, not yet the time to furl your wings. the great Tagore and his wonderful thoughts.. tony

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