written by Rabindranath TagoreO Fool, try to carry thyself upon thy own shoulders!
O beggar, to come beg at thy own door!
Leave all thy burdens on his hands who can bear all,
and never look behind in regret.
Thy desire at once puts out the light from the lamp it touches with its breath.
It is unholy---take not thy gifts through its unclean hands.
Accept only what is offered by sacred love.
Rabindranath Tagore
written by Rabindranath Tagore, published on Wed 06.20.2007 at 06:45
Where is heaven? you ask me, my child,-the sages tell us it is
Read poem...written by Rabindranath Tagore, published on Mon 06.18.2007 at 02:18
"What comes from your willing
hands I take. I beg for nothing
more."
"Yes, yes, I know you, modest
written by Rabindranath Tagore, published on Thu 06.14.2007 at 17:43
This song of mine will wind its music around you, my child, like
the fond arms of love.
written by Rabindranath Tagore, published on Fri 06.08.2007 at 15:59
Mother, I shall weave a chain of pearls for thy neck
with my tears of sorrow.
written by Rabindranath Tagore, published on Sun 06.03.2007 at 20:04
I asked nothing, only stood at the
edge of the wood behind the tree.
Languor was still upon the eyes
written by Rabindranath Tagore, published on Tue 05.22.2007 at 09:39
In desperate hope I go and search for her
in all the corners of my room;
I find her not.
My house is small
