Rabindranath Tagore

(7 May 1861 – 7 August 1941 / Calcutta (Kolkata), Bengal Presidency / British India)

Stray Birds 31 - 40 - Poem by Rabindranath Tagore


THE trees come up to my window
like the yearning voice of the dumb earth.


HIS own mornings are new surprises to God.


LIFE finds its wealth by the claims of the world,
and its worth by the claims of love.


THE dry river-bed finds no thanks for its past.


THE bird wishes it were a cloud.
The cloud wishes it were a bird.


THE waterfall sings,
'I find my song,
when I find my freedom.'


I CANNOT tell why this heart languishes in silence.
It is for small needs it never asks,
or knows or remembers.


when you move about in your household service
your limbs sing like a hill stream among its pebbles.


THE sun goes to cross the Western sea,
leaving its last salutation to the East.


DO not blame your food because you have no appetite.

Comments about Stray Birds 31 - 40 by Rabindranath Tagore

  • Gold Star - 69,158 Points Fabrizio Frosini (10/15/2015 11:55:00 AM)

    ''the yearning voice of the dumb earth'' [ la voce struggente della muta terra ]
    truly beautiful.. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 46,898 Points Edward Kofi Louis (10/15/2015 5:16:00 AM)

    my freedom is with the muse of life. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 5,961 Points Neran Sati (10/15/2015 3:18:00 AM)

    Tagore.. mind blowing like the third eye (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 21,553 Points .., Rahman .., Henry (10/15/2015 1:18:00 AM)

    Nice job. But who was the translator? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 23, 2010

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