poet Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore

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Hard Times

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.
Where is the shore that stored your buds and leaves?
Where the nest and the branch's hold?
Still, O bird, my sightless bird,
Not yet, not yet the time to furl your wings.

Stretching in front of you the night's immensity
Hides the western hill where sleeps the distant sun;
Still with bated breath the world is counting time and swimming
Across the shoreless dark a crescent moon
Has thinly just appeared upon the dim horizon.
-But O my bird, O sightless bird,
Not yet, not yet the time to furl your wings.


From upper skies the stars with pointing fingers
Intently watch your course and death's impatience
Lashes at you from the deeps in swirling waves;
And sad entreaties line the farthest shore
With hands outstretched and crooning 'Come, O come!'
Still, O bird, O sightless bird,
Not yet, not yet the time to furl your wings.


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!

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 23, 2010

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  • Ratnakar Mandlik (7/4/2019 11:38:00 PM)

    " 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 SwainDr Dillip K Swain (7/10/2018 11:50:00 PM)

    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 NayakBharati Nayak (7/10/2018 10:37:00 PM)

    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 TyagiSavita Tyagi (7/10/2018 8:43:00 AM)

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

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  • Dr. Antony Theodore (7/10/2018 6:13:00 AM)

    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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  • Adrian FlettAdrian Flett (7/10/2018 6:03:00 AM)

    Great imagery. 'were sleeps the distant sun' 'Weariness grips your limbs' 'not yet time to furl your limbs'

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  • Kumarmani MahakulKumarmani Mahakul (7/10/2018 5:53:00 AM)

    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........so touching and impressive. Beautiful poem by Rabindranath Tagore. It is justified to be the poem of the day.

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  • Edward Kofi LouisEdward Kofi Louis (7/10/2018 3:31:00 AM)

    My sightless bird! !

    Thanks for sharing.

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  • Bernard F. AsuncionBernard F. Asuncion (7/10/2018 1:49:00 AM)

    Such a great poem by Rabindranath Tagore👍👍👍

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  • Mahtab BangaleeMahtab Bangalee (7/10/2018 1:41:00 AM)

    excellent poet of nature, poet of philosopher
    poet of feelings of life
    poet of everything
    poet of everyone
    poet of the WORLD- - - -


    O blind I am
    in your sight of desire
    desire of silence
    mute on the track of life
    furling wings on the shattered paths of walking
    muddy or giddy I am into me
    on the back of odd camel
    walking and waling.................

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  • Robert Murray SmithRobert Murray Smith (7/10/2018 12:15:00 AM)

    An imaged filled write- - - - -

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  • Monica Choudhury (4/4/2015 10:06:00 AM)

    It is poetic yet stark , rich yet dark.it upholds the hope that burns eternal in our souls

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  • Monica Choudhury (11/23/2013 7:01:00 AM)

    I loved the poem in its original bengali version ever since I can remember.

    This is a wonderful translation

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