Gitanjali 35 Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high; Where knowledge is free; Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls; Where words come out from the depth of truth; Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection; Where the clear stream of…
The butterfly counts not months but moments,
and has time enough.
This ‘I’ is not imprisoned within my bounds.
Losing myself, I find him
Beyond the borders of time and space.
The water in a vessel is sparkling; the water in the sea is dark. The small truth has words that are clear; the great truth has great silence.
POEMS: “Stray birds” by Rabindranath Tagore (verses 141 to 164 out of 326) 141 When I travelled to here and to there, I was tired of thee, O Road, but now when thou leadest me to everywhere I am wedded to thee in love. 142 Let me think that there is one among those…
Not hammer strokes, but dance of the water sings the pebbles into perfection.
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…
POEMS: “Stray birds” by Rabindranath Tagore (verses 64 to 85 out of 326) 64 Thank the flame for its light, but do not forget the lampholder standing in the shade with constancy of patience. 65 Tiny grass, your steps are small, but you possess the earth under your tread. 66 The infant flower opens…
We come nearest to the great when we are great in humility.
O Beauty, find thyself in love, not in the flattery of thy mirror.
THESE little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their whisper of joy in my mind.
ONCE we dreamt that we were strangers.
We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.