Rabindranath Tagore Song Poems

Kasinath the new young singer fills the hall with sound:
The seven notes dance in his throat like seven tame birds.
His voice is a sharp sword slicing and thrusting everywhere,
It darts like lightening - no knowing where it will go when.
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This song of mine will wind its music around you, my child, like
the fond arms of love.
This song of mine will touch your forehead like a kiss of
blessing.
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The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day.

I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument.
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Then finish the last song and let us
leave.
Forget this night when the night is
no more.
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