Early in the day it was whispered that we should sail in a boat,
only thou and I, and never a soul in the world would know of this our
pilgrimage to no country and to no end.
In that shoreless ocean,
at thy silently listening smile my songs would swell in melodies,
free as waves, free from all bondage of words.
Is the time not come yet?
Are there works still to do?
Lo, the evening has come down upon the shore
and in the fading light the seabirds come flying to their nests.
Who knows when the chains will be off,
and the boat, like the last glimmer of sunset,
vanish into the night?
par Rabindranath Tagore, publié le lun. 12/01/2009 à 10:55
Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not! I fear lest it
droop and drop into the dust.
par Rabindranath Tagore, publié le dim. 11/01/2009 à 11:07
In the night of weariness
let me give myself up to sleep without struggle,
resting my trust upon thee.
par Rabindranath Tagore, publié le lun. 15/12/2008 à 23:57
No more noisy, loud words from me---such is my master's will.
Henceforth I deal in whispers.
par Rabindranath Tagore, publié le dim. 14/12/2008 à 13:15
When the creation was new and all the stars shone in their first
splendor, the gods held their assembly in the sky and sang
par Rabindranath Tagore, publié le sam. 08/11/2008 à 15:41
Bless this little heart, this white soul that has won the kiss of
heaven for our earth.