The Gardener: When I go alone at night When I go alone at night to my love-tryst, birds do not sing, the wind does not stir, the houses on both sides of the street stand silent. It is my own anklets that grow loud at every step and I am ashamed. When I sit on… Continue reading Rabindranath Tagore
These paper boats of mine are meant to dance on the ripples of hours, and not reach any destination. ― Rabindranath Tagore, Delphi Collected Rabindranath Tagore. (Delphi Classics; 1 edition, December 3, 2017) Originally
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. ― Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds. (New York: The Macmillan Company, 1916)
Isn’t it time to collect all those words together words left idle like the leaves of your life? — Muhammad Habiby, from “Traces Remaining,” Beyond The Dunes: An Anthology of Modern Saudi Literature edited by Ezzat Khattab, Salma Khadra Jayyusi and Mansour al-Hazimi ( I. B. Tauris, 2006)
The music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn seeking its former nest. ― Rabindranath Tagore, “104,” Stray Birds. (Alpha Editions, October 27, 2017) Originally published 1913.
Unending Love I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times In life after life, in age after age, forever. My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs, That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms, In life after life, in age after age,… Continue reading Rabindranath Tagore
Love’s gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted. — Rabindranath Tagore