Rabindranath Tagore

 A Moments Indulgence – Rabindranath Tagore

 A Moments Indulgence – Rabindranath Tagore

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 ...

Rabindranath Tagore Biography

Rabindranath Tagore Biography

Rabindranath Tagore (sometimes rendered in a more modern transliteration as Thakur or Thakura) was one of the great writers of the early 20th century. Rabindranath Tagore was born to a wealthy Brahmin family in Calcutta (Kolkata) in West Bengal during the British occupation of India. His mother died...

Listen, can you hear it? (from The Lover of God)

Listen, can you hear it? (from The Lover of God)

Listen, can you hear it? His bamboo flute speaks the pure language of love. The moon enlightens the trees, the path, the sinuous Yamuna. Oblivious of the jasmine’s scent I stagger around, disheveled heart bereft of modesty, eyes wet with nerves and delight. Tell me, dear friend, say it aloud: ...

Who are You, who keeps my heart awake? (from The Lover of God)

Who are You, who keeps my heart awake? (from The Lover of God)

Who are You, who keeps my heart awake? Every moment is lit by You, so that I feel no longer separate from You. Whose flute is playing sweet and bitter songs of love? It starts the cuckoos singing, and calls the nectar-heavy bees of my desire. A young wife could be blooming in the season of honey, wa...

Your flute plays the exact notes of my pain. (from The Lover of God)

Your flute plays the exact notes of my pain. (from The Lover of God)

Your flute plays the exact notes of my pain. It toys with me. Where did you learn such stealth, such subtle wounding, Kan? The arrows in my breast burn even in rain and wind. Wasted moments pulse around me, wishes and desires, departing happiness — Master, my soul scorches. I think you can see...

He’s there among the scented trees (from The Lover of God)

He’s there among the scented trees (from The Lover of God)

He’s there among the scented trees, playing the notes he has taught you. Too late for embarrassment, shy doe nibbling at the forest’s edge, shawled in deep blue shadows. He’s calling you. The flower of your soul is opening, little deer. The river of scent will lead you deep into th...

In one salutation to thee, my God (from Gitanjali)

In one salutation to thee, my God (from Gitanjali)

In one salutation to thee, my God, let all my senses spread out and touch this world at thy feet. Like a rain-cloud of July hung low with its burden of unshed showers let all my mind bend down at thy door in one salutation to thee. Let all my songs gather together their diverse strains into a single...

Ever in my life have I sought thee with my songs (from Gitanjali)

Ever in my life have I sought thee with my songs (from Gitanjali)

Ever in my life have I sought thee with my songs. It was they who led me from door to door, and with them have I felt about me, searching and touching my world. It was my songs that taught me all the lessons I ever learnt; they showed me secret paths, they brought before my sight many a star on the ...

It is the pang of separation that spreads throughout the world (from Gitanjali)

It is the pang of separation that spreads throughout the world (from Gitanjali)

It is the pang of separation that spreads throughout the world and gives birth to shapes innumerable in the infinite sky. It is this sorrow of separation that gazes in silence all night from star to star and becomes lyric among rustling leaves in rainy darkness of July. It is this overspreading pain...

I am like a remnant of a cloud of autumn (from Gitanjali)

I am like a remnant of a cloud of autumn (from Gitanjali)

I am like a remnant of a cloud of autumn uselessly roaming in the sky, O my sun ever-glorious! Thy touch has not yet melted my vapour, making me one with thy light, and thus I count months and years separated from thee. If this be thy wish and if this be thy play, then take this fleeting emptiness o...

Thy gifts to us mortals fulfil all our needs (from Gitanjali)

Thy gifts to us mortals fulfil all our needs (from Gitanjali)

Thy gifts to us mortals fulfill all our needs and yet run back to thee undiminished. The river has its everyday work to do and hastens through fields and hamlets; yet its incessant stream winds towards the washing of thy feet. The flower sweetens the air with its perfume; yet its last service is to ...

I want thee, only thee (from Gitanjali)

I want thee, only thee (from Gitanjali)

That I want thee, only thee — let my heart repeat without end. All desires that distract me, day and night, are false and empty to the core. As the night keeps hidden in its gloom the petition for light, even thus in the depth of my unconsciousness rings the cry — I want thee, only thee....

Thou hast made me endless (from Gitanjali)

Thou hast made me endless (from Gitanjali)

Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life. This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new. At the immortal touch of thy hands my little...

Thou hast made me known to friends whom I knew not (from Gitanjali)

Thou hast made me known to friends whom I knew not (from Gitanjali)

Thou hast made me known to friends whom I knew not. Thou hast given me seats in homes not my own. Thou hast brought the distant near and made a brother of the stranger. I am uneasy at heart when I have to leave my accustomed shelter; I forget that there abides the old in the new, and that there also...

I touch God in my song

I touch God in my song

I touch God in my song as the hill touches the far-away sea with its waterfall. The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough. Let my love, like sunlight, surround you and yet give you illumined freedom. Love remains a secret even when spoken, for only a lover truly knows that he ...

On many an idle day have I grieved over lost time (from Gitanjali)

On many an idle day have I grieved over lost time (from Gitanjali)

On many an idle day have I grieved over lost time. But it is never lost, my lord. Thou hast taken every moment of my life in thine own hands. Hidden in the heart of things thou art nourishing seeds into sprouts, buds into blossoms, and ripening flowers into fruitfulness. I was tired and sleeping on ...

Accept me, my lord, accept me for this while

Accept me, my lord, accept me for this while

Let those orphaned days that passed without thee be forgotten. Only spread this little moment wide across thy lap, holding it under thy light. I have wandered in pursuit of voices that drew me yet led me nowhere. Now let me sit in peace and listen to thy words in the soul of my silence. Do not turn ...

I touch God in my song

I touch God in my song

I touch God in my song as the hill touches the far-away sea with its waterfall. The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough. Let my love, like sunlight, surround you and yet give you illumined freedom. Love remains a secret even when spoken, for only a lover truly knows that he ...

Accept me, my lord, accept me for this while

Accept me, my lord, accept me for this while

Accept me, my lord, accept me for this while. Let those orphaned days that passed without thee be forgotten. Only spread this little moment wide across thy lap, holding it under thy light. I have wandered in pursuit of voices that drew me yet led me nowhere. Now let me sit in peace and listen to thy...

On many an idle day have I grieved over lost time (from Gitanjali)

On many an idle day have I grieved over lost time (from Gitanjali)

On many an idle day have I grieved over lost time. But it is never lost, my lord. Thou hast taken every moment of my life in thine own hands. Hidden in the heart of things thou art nourishing seeds into sprouts, buds into blossoms, and ripening flowers into fruitfulness. I was tired and sleeping on ...