The morning sea of silence broke into ripples of bird songs;
and the flowers were all merry by the roadside;
and the wealth of gold was scattered through the rift of the clouds
while we busily went on our way and paid no heed.
We sang no glad songs nor played;
we went not to the village for barter;
we spoke not a word nor smiled;
we lingered not on the way.
We quickened our pace more and more as the time sped by.
The sun rose to the mid sky and doves cooed in the shade.
Withered leaves danced and whirled in the hot air of noon.
The shepherd boy drowsed and dreamed in the shadow of the banyan tree,
and I laid myself down by the water
and stretched my tired limbs on the grass.
My companions laughed at me in scorn;
they held their heads high and hurried on;
they never looked back nor rested;
they vanished in the distant blue haze.
They crossed many meadows and hills,
and passed through strange, far-away countries.
All honor to you, heroic host of the interminable path!
Mockery and reproach pricked me to rise,
but found no response in me.
I gave myself up for lost
in the depth of a glad humiliation
---in the shadow of a dim delight.
The repose of the sun-embroidered green gloom
slowly spread over my heart.
I forgot for what I had traveled,
and I surrendered my mind without struggle
to the maze of shadows and songs.
At last, when I woke from my slumber and opened my eyes,
I saw thee standing by me, flooding my sleep with thy smile.
How I had feared that the path was long and wearisome,
and the struggle to reach thee was hard!
written by Rabindranath Tagore, published on Tue 04.26.2011 at 19:08
This is my delight,
thus to wait and watch at the wayside
where shadow chases light
written by Rabindranath Tagore, published on Sat 04.09.2011 at 07:28
In the beginning of time, there rose from the churning of God'sRead poem...
written by Rabindranath Tagore, published on Sun 04.03.2011 at 10:00
Your questioning eyes are sad. They
seek to know my meaning as the moon
would fathom the sea.
I have bared my life before your
written by Rabindranath Tagore, published on Sat 03.19.2011 at 07:12
When I bring to you colored toys, my child,
I understand why there is such a play of colors on clouds, on water,
written by Rabindranath Tagore, published on Thu 03.17.2011 at 14:09
I know that the day will come
when my sight of this earth shall be lost,
and life will take its leave in silence,