Showing posts with label Tagore. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tagore. Show all posts

Monday, June 7, 2010

Why me ?

Oh that I might have my request ;
And that God would grant me the thing that I long for !
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Job 6:8
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I seek what I cannot get,
I get what I do not seek.
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The Gardener #15 · Rabindranath Tagore



Monday, May 17, 2010

The Gardener #57




I plucked your flower, O world !

I pressed it to my heart and the thorn pricked.
When the day waned and it darkened,

I found that the flower had faded,

but the pain remained.

More flowers will come to you with perfume and pride, O world !

But my time for flower-gathering is over,

and through the dark night i have not my rose,

only the pain remains.






Rabindranath Tagore

The Gardener #52


Why did the lamp go out ?
I shaded it with my cloak to saveif from the wind,
that is why the lamp went out.
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Why did the flower fade?
I pressed it to my heart with anxious love,
that is why the flower faded.
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Why did the stream dry up?
I put a dam across it to have it for my use,
that is why the steam dried up.
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Why did the harp-string break?
I tried to force a note that was beyongits power,
that is why the harp-string is broken.



Rabindranath Tagore



Wednesday, March 17, 2010

The Gardener #47


If you would have it so,
I will end my sing.
If it sets your heart aflutter,
I will take away my eyes from your face.
If it suddenly startles you in your walk,
I wil step aside and take another path.
If it confuses you in your flower weaving,
I will shun your lonely garden.
If it makes the water wanto and wild,
I will not row my boat by your bank.




Rabindranath Tagore