Maya by Rabindranath Tagore Maya That I should make much of myself thus casting colored shadows on th ——such is thy Maya. Thou settest a barrier in thine ow
The Home by Rabindranath Tagore I paced alone on the road across t hiding its last gold like a miser. The daylight sank deeper and deepe widowed land, whose harvest had be Suddenly a boy’s shrill voice rose
The Gardener: 65 by Rabindranath Tagore Is that your call again? The evening has come. Weariness Do you call me? I had given all my day to you, cru Somewhere there is an end to every
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
(“I asked of Destiny...”) by Rabindranath Tagore I asked of Destiny, “Tell me who Destiny told me to look behind. I turned and saw my own self behin 1
The Gardener: 39 by Rabindranath Tagore I try to weave a wreath all the mo You sit there watching me in secre Ask those eyes, darkly planning mi I try to sing a song, but in vain. A hidden smile trembles on your li
(“With a glance of your eyes...”) by Rabindranath Tagore 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 Banyan Tree by Rabindranath Tagore O you shaggy—headed banyan tree st have you forgotten the little chil nested in your branches and left y Do you not remember how he sat at the tangle of your roots and plung
The Gardener: 34 by Rabindranath Tagore Do not go, my love, without asking I have watched all night, and now I fear lest I lose you when I am Do not go, my love, without asking I start up and stretch my hands to
Lamp of Love by Rabindranath Tagore Light, oh where is the light? Kindle it with the burning fire of There is the lamp but never a flic Ah, death were better by far for t Misery knocks at thy door,