The first flower that blossomed on this earth was an invitation to an unborn song.
Rabindranath Tagore
Rabindranath Tagore
I ask my destiny
I ask my destiny – what power is this That cruelly drives me onward without rest? My destiny says, Look round! I turn back and see It is I myself that is ever pushing me from behind.
Rabindranath Tagore
Poems On Time The
Poems On Time The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough. Time is a wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth. Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.
Rabindranath Tagore
Those who draw their
Those who draw their sustenance from science are blessed. It is for me to only derive an occasional pleasure. This is nothing worthy of conceit, but I am indeed touched by the joys. This book is an ode to such joys, a digest of my collections from various sources.
Rabindranath Tagore
Poems On Life: Life
Poems On Life: Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it. Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love. Life’s errors cry for the merciful beauty that can modulate their isolation into a harmony with the whole. Life, like a child, laughs, shaking its rattle of death as it runs.
Rabindranath Tagore
The thing which seems
The thing which seems so glorious when viewed from the heights of the country’s cause looks so muddy when seen from the bottom. One begins by getting angry and then feels disgusted.
Rabindranath Tagore
I am ashamed of
I am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work. I know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.
Rabindranath Tagore
Someone spilled the ink
Someone spilled the ink on the canvas. Now boasts: I painted the night.
Rabindranath Tagore
Those who in this
Those who in this world have the courage to try and solve in their own lives new problems of life, are the ones who raise society to greatness.
Rabindranath Tagore
Plunge into the deep
Plunge into the deep without fear, with the gladness of April in your heart.
Rabindranath Tagore