I thought that my voyage had come to its end
at the last limit of my power,---that the path before me was closed,
that provisions were exhausted
and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity.
But I find that thy will knows no end in me.
And when old words die out on the tongue,
new melodies break forth from the heart;
and where the old tracks are lost,
new country is revealed with its wonders.
written by Rabindranath Tagore, published on Tue 12.21.2010 at 07:13
Deliverance is not for me in renunciation.
I feel the embrace of freedom in a thousand bonds of delight.
written by Rabindranath Tagore, published on Fri 12.17.2010 at 17:37
She dwelt here by the pool with its landing-stairs in ruins. ManyRead poem...
written by Rabindranath Tagore, published on Thu 12.02.2010 at 12:51
I have got my leave. Bid me farewell, my brothers!
I bow to you all and take my departure.
written by Rabindranath Tagore, published on Tue 11.23.2010 at 10:35
Ah, who was it coloured that little frock, my child, and covered
your sweet limbs with that little red tunic?
written by Rabindranath Tagore, published on Sat 11.06.2010 at 07:02
Free me from the bonds of your
sweetness, my love! Nor more of this
wine of kisses.
This mist of heavy incense stifles