POEMS: “Stray birds” by Rabindranath Tagore (verses 85 to 116 out of 326)

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POEMS: “Stray birds” by Rabindranath Tagore (verses 85  to 116 out of 326)

 

86

“How far are you from me, O Fruit?”
I am hidden in your heart, O

87

This longing is for the one who is felt in the dark, but not seen in the day.

“You are the big drop of dew under the lotus leaf, I am the smaller one on its upper side,” said the dewdrop to the lake.

89

The scabbard is content to be dull when it protects the keenness of the sword.

90

In darkness the One appear as uniform; in the light the One appears as manifold.

91

The great earth makes herself hospitable with the help of the grass.

92

The birth and death of the leaves are the rapid whirls of the eddy whose wider circles move slowly among stars.

93

Power said to the world, “You are mine.” The world kept it prisoner on her throne.

Love said to the world, “I am thine.”
The world gave it the freedom of her house.

94

The mist is like the earth’s desire.
It hides the sun for whom she cries.

95

Be still, my heart, these great trees are prayers.

96

The noise of the moment scoffs at the music of the Eternal.

97

I think of other ages that floated upon the stream of life and love and death and are forgotten, and I feel the freedom of passing away.

98

The sadness of my soul is her bride’s veil.
It waits to be lifted in the night.

99

Death’s stamp gives value to the coin of life; making it possible to buy with life what is truly precious.

100

The cloud stood humbly in a corner of the sky.
The morning crowned it with splendour

101

The dust receives insult and in return offers her flowers.

102

Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them, but walk on, for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way.

103

Roots are the branches down in the earth.
Branches are roots in the air.

104

The music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn seeking its former nest.

105

Do not insult your friend by lending him merits from your own pocket.

106

The touch of the nameless days clings to my heart like mosses round the old tree.

107

The echo mocks her origin to prove she is the original.

108

God is ashamed when the prosperous boasts of His special favour.

109

I cast my own shadow upon my path, because I have a lamp that has not been lighted.

110

Man goes into the noisy crowd to drown his own clamour of silence.

111

That which ends in exhaustion is death, but the perfect ending is in the endless.

112

The sun has his simple robe of light. The clouds are decked with gorgeousness.

113

The hills are like shouts of children who raise their arms, trying to catch stars.

114

The road is lonely in its crowd for it is not loved.

115

The power that boasts of its mischiefs is laughed at by the yellow leaves that fall, and clouds that pass by.

116

The earth hums to me to-day in the sun, like a woman at her spinning, some ballad of the ancient time in a forgotten tongue.

 

TO
T. HARA
OF
YOKOHAMA

 

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7 Comments Add yours

  1. Such a great post ! Thank you, Amira

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    1. Thank you so much dear Luda! 🙂 ❤

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      1. 🌷☀️💚☀️🌷

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  2. love these an one spoke aloud to me! thank you!

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    1. I am so glad to hear that dear Michele! ❤

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  3. LindaP says:

    Loved this poem as well and one also spoke to me!

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    1. Ih that is wonderful to hear!!! ❤

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