Poeticous Logo
it
English Español Français Italiano
Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore

Song Unsung

The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day.
 
I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument.
 
The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set;
only there is the agony of wishing in my heart.
 
The blossom has not opened; only the wind is sighing by.
 
I have not seen his face, nor have I listened to his voice;
only I have heard his gentle footsteps from the road before my house.
 
The livelong day has passed in spreading his seat on the floor;
but the lamp has not been lit and I cannot ask him into my house.
 
I live in the hope of meeting with him; but this meeting is not ye

1
Piaciuto o affrontato da...
Bruno G.
Altre opere di Rabindranath Tagore...
(“Keep me fully glad...”)

II Keep me fully glad with nothing. Only take my hand in your hand. In the gloom of the deepening night...
My Polar Star

I have made You the polar star of… existence; never again can I lose… voyage of life. Wherever I go, You are always the… shower your benefience all around…
 1
(“My soul is alight...”)

My soul is alight with your infinitude of stars. Your world has broken upon me like a flood. The flowers of your garden blossom in my body. The joy of life that is everywhere b...
 1
The Gardener: 80

With a glance of your eyes you cou… But for their praises you have no… You could humble at your feet the… But it is your loved ones, unknown… The perfection of your arms would…
The Little Big Man

I am small because I am a little… as old as my father is. My teacher will come and say, “It… and your books.” I shall tell him, “ Do you not kn…
 1
The First Jasmines

Ah, these jasmines, these white ja… I seem to remember the first day w… these jasmines, these white jasmin… I have loved the sunlight, the sky… I have heard the liquid murmur of…
 1
Lover's Gifts XXVIII: I Dreamt

I dreamt that she sat by my head,… her fingers, playing the melody of… and struggled with my tears, till… my sleep like a bubble. I sat up and saw the glow of the…
 1
Unyielding

When I called you in your garden Mango blooms were rich in fragranc… Why did you remain so distant, Keep your doors so tightly fastene… Blossoms grew to ripe fruit—cluste…
 1
Farmhouse in Provence, by Vincent van Gogh
The Gardener: 2

“Ah, poet, the evening draws near; your hair is turning grey.” “Do you in your lonely musing hear the message of the hereafter?” “It is evening,” the poet said, “and I am listening beca...
 2
Threshold

I was not aware of the moment when I first crossed the threshold… What was the power that made me op… like a bud in the forest at midnig… When in the morning I looked upon…
Salutation

In one salutation to thee, my God… let all my senses spread out and t… Like a rain—cloud of July hung low with its burden of unshed… let all my mind bend down at thy d…
 1
Sleep

In the night of weariness let me give myself up to sleep wit… resting my trust upon thee. Let me not force my flagging spiri… It is thou who drawest the veil of…
 6
The Astronomer

I only said, “When in the evening… entangled among the beaches of tha… catch it?” But dada laughed at me and said, “… child I have ever known. The moon…
 1
Brahmā, Vişņu, Śiva

I THE DARK In a worldless timeless lightless… Four—faced Brahma broods. nasad asin, no sad asit tadanim; nasid raja no vioma paro yat.
 1
Paper Boats

Day by day I float my paper boats… In bid black letters I write my n… I hope that someone in some strang… I load my little boats with shiuli… I launch my paper boats and look u…
 2



Alto