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) Advertisements
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
‘Let me light my lamp,’ say the star, ‘and never debate if it will help to remove the darkness.’ Before the end of my journey may I reach within myself the one which is the all, leaving the outer shell to float away with the drifting multitude upon the current of chance and change. —… Continue reading Rabindranath Tagore
Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence? I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of the spring, one single streak of gold from yonder clouds. Open your doors and look abroad. From your blossoming garden gather fragrant memories of the vanished flowers of an hundred years before. In… Continue reading Rabindranath Tagore
Oh, dip my emptied life into that ocean, plunge it into the deepest fullness. Let me for once feel that lost sweet touch in the allness of the universe. — Rabindranath Tagore, from “Brink of Eternity,” Gitanjali: Song Offerings. (Digireads.com January 1, 2005) Originally published 1910.