Rabindranath Tagore Poems
- A Moments Indulgence I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit ...
- Clouds And Waves Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds ...
- Baby's World I wish I could take a quiet corner in the heart ...
- Face To Face Day after day, O lord of my life, shall I ...
- Endless Time Time is endless in thy hands, my lord. There ...
- Closed Path I thought that my voyage had come to its end at...
- Chain Of Pearls Mother, I shall weave a chain of pearls for ...
Rabindranath Tagore (Bengali: রবীন্দ্রনাথ ঠাকুর) sobriquet Gurudev, was a Bengali polymath who reshaped his region's literature and music. Author of Gitanjali and its "profoundly sensitive, fresh and beautiful verse", he became the first non-European to win the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1913. In translation his poetry was viewed as spiritual and mercurial; his seemingly mesmeric personality, flowing hair, and other-worldly dress earned him a prophet-like reputation in the West. His "elegant prose and magical poetry" remain largely unknown outside Bengal. Tagore introduced new prose and verse forms and the use of colloquial language into Bengali literature, thereby ... more »
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''“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”― Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds
''“If you cry because the sun has gone out of your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars.”― Rabindranath Tagore
''“You can’t cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water.” ''― Rabindranath Tagore
''“I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy.”
''“It is very simple to be happy, but it is very difficult to be simple.” ''
A Moments Indulgence
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.