Author: Rabindranath Tagore

They clamour and fight, they doubt and despair, they know no end To their wrangling. Let your life come amongst […]

Child, how happy you are sitting in the dust, playing with a broken twig all the morning. I smile at […]

I know not from what distant time Thou art ever coming nearer to meet me. Thy sun and stars can […]

Ah, who was it coloured that little frock, my child, and covered Your sweet limbs with that little red tunic? […]

When storm-clouds rumble in the sky and June showers come down. The moist east wind comes marching over the heath […]

She dwelt on the hillside by edge Of a maize-field, near the spring that Flows in laughing rills through the […]

Do not go, my love, without asking My leave. I have watched all night, and now My eyes are heavy […]

When the heart is hard and parched up, Come upon me with a shower of mercy. When grace is lost […]

It is time for me to go, mother; I am going. When in the paling darkness of the lonely dawn […]

The fair was on before the temple. It had rained from the early morning And the day came to its […]