Purity by Rabindranath Tagore Life of my life, I shall ever try that thy living touch is upon all I shall ever try to keep all untru that thou art that truth which has I shall ever try to drive all evil 1
The Child-Angel by Rabindranath Tagore They clamour and fight, they doubt to their wrangling. Let your life come amongst them li child, unflickering and pure, and They are cruel in their greed and
The Gardener: 42 by Rabindranath Tagore O mad, superbly drunk; If you kick open your doors and pl If you empty your bag in a night, If you walk in curious paths and p Reck not rhyme or reason;
Brink of Eternity by Rabindranath Tagore In desperate hope I go and search My house is small and what once ha But infinite is thy mansion, my lo I stand under the golden canopy of I have come to the brink of eterni 3
The Gardener: 33 by Rabindranath Tagore I love you, beloved. Forgive me Like a bird losing its way I am c When my heart was shaken it lost i If you cannot love me, beloved, fo Do not look askance at me from afa
The Recall by Rabindranath Tagore The night was dark when she went a The night is dark now, and I call darling; the world is asleep; and for a moment while stars are gazin She went away when the trees were
Lover's Gifts XLIV: Where Is Heaven by Rabindranath Tagore Where is heaven? you ask me, my ch beyond the limits of birth and dea and night; it is not of the earth. But your poet knows that its etern space, and it strives evermore to
My Friend by Rabindranath Tagore Art thou abroad on this stormy nig on thy journey of love, my friend? The sky groans like one in despair I have no sleep tonight. Ever and again I open my door and
The Gardener: 20 by Rabindranath Tagore Day after day he comes and goes aw Go, and give him a flower from my If he asks who was it that sent it He sits on the dust under the tree Spread there a seat with flowers a
Lover's Gifts LIV: in the Beginning of Time by Rabindranath Tagore In the beginning of time, there ro dream two women. One is the dancer desired of men, she who laughs and from their cold meditations and of scatters them like seeds with care