written by Rabindranath TagoreLet your work be, bride. Listen, the
guest has come.
Do you hear, he is gently shaking
the chain which fastens the door?
See that your anklets make no loud
noise, and that your step is not over-
hurried at meeting him.
Let your work be, bride, the guest
had come in the evening.
No, it is not the ghostly wind, bride,
do not be frightened.
It is the full moon on a night of
April; shadows are pale in the court-
yard; the sky overhead is bright.
Draw your veil over your face if
you must, carry the lamp to the door
if you fear.
No, it is not the ghostly wind, bride,
do not be frightened.
Have no word with him if you are
shy; stand aside by the door when you
meet him.
If he asks you questions, and if
you wish to, you can lower you eyes
in silence.
Do not let your bracelets jingle
when, lamp in hand, you lead him in.
Have no words with him if your are
shy.
Have you not finished you work yet,
bride? Listen, the guest has come.
Have you not lit the lamp in the
cowshed?
Have you not got ready the offering
basket for the evening service?
Have you not put the red lucky
mark at the parting of your hair, and
done your toilet for the night?
O bride, do you hear, the guest has
come?
Let your work be!
Rabindranath Tagore
written by Rabindranath Tagore, published on Wed 09.15.2010 at 01:00
Tired of waiting, you burst your bonds, impatient flowers, before
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written by Rabindranath Tagore, published on Sun 08.22.2010 at 06:59
I was walking by the road, I do not
know why, when the noonday was past
and bamboo branches rustled in the
wind.
written by Rabindranath Tagore, published on Wed 08.04.2010 at 06:16
I paced alone on the road across the field while the sunset was
hiding its last gold like a miser.
written by Rabindranath Tagore, published on Wed 07.28.2010 at 10:22
Supposing I became a chanpa flower, just for fun, and grew on a
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written by Rabindranath Tagore, published on Thu 07.01.2010 at 06:27
I shall gladly suffer the pride of culture to die out in my house,
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written by Rabindranath Tagore, published on Mon 06.28.2010 at 01:05
Life of my life, I shall ever try to keep my body pure, knowing
that thy living touch is upon all my limbs.