Complete Works. Rabindranath Tagore

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      The hills are like shouts of children who raise their arms, trying to catch stars.

      114

      The road is lonely in its crowd for it is not loved.

      115

      The power that boasts of its mischiefs is laughed at by the yellow leaves that fall, and clouds that pass by.

      116

      The earth hums to me to-day in the sun, like a woman at her spinning, some ballad of the ancient time in a forgotten tongue.

      117

      The grass-blade is worthy of the great world where it grows.

      118

      Dream is a wife who must talk.

       Sleep is a husband who silently suffers.

      119

      The night kisses the fading day whispering to his ear, "I am death, your mother. I am to give you fresh birth."

      120

      I fell thy beauty, dark night, like that of the loved woman when she has put out the lamp.

      121

      I carry in my world that flourishes the worlds that have failed.

      122

      Dear friend, I feel the silence of your great thoughts of many a deepening eventide on this beach when I listen to these waves.

      123

      The bird thinks it is an act of kindness to give the fish a lift in the air.

      124

      "In the moon thou sendest thy love letters to me," said the night to the sun. "I leave my answers in tears upon the grass."

      125

      The Great is a born child ; when he dies he gives his great childhood to the world.

      126

      Not hammer strokes, but dance of the water sings the pebbles into perfection.

      127

      Bees sip honey from flowers and hum their thanks when they leave.

       The gaudy butterfly is sure that the flowers owe thanks to him.

      128

      To be outspoken is easy when you do not wait to speak the complete truth.

      129

      Asks the Possible to the Impossible, "Where is your dwelling place?"

       "In the dreams of the impotent," comes the answer.

      130

      If you shut your door to all errors truth will be shut out.

      131

      I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,—I cannot see them

      132

      Leisure in its activity is work.

       The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

      133

      The leaf becomes flower when it doves.

       The flower becomes fruit when it worships.

      134

      The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the branches fruitful.

      135

      This rainy evening the wind is restless.

       I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of all things

      136

      Storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark, has begun to play and shout.

      137

      Thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou lonely bride of the storm.

      138

      "I am ashamed of my emptiness," said the Word to the Work.

       "I know how poor I am when I see you," said the Work to the Word.

      139

      Time is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.

      140

      Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.

       In fiction she moves with ease.

      141

      When I travelled to here and to there, I was tired of thee, O Road, but now when thou leadest me to everywhere I am wedded to thee in love.

      142

      Let me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.

      143

      Woman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.

      144

      One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years. It sings to me in the night,—"I loved you."

      145

      The flaming fire warns me off by its own glow. Save me from the dying embers, hidden under ashes.

      146

      I have my stars in the sky, But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.

      147

      The dust of the dead words clings to thee.

       Wash thy soul with silence.

      148

      Gaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.

      149

      The world has opened its heart of light in the morning.

       Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.

      150

      My thoughts shimmer with these shimmering leaves and my heart sings with the touch of this sunlight; my life is glad to be floating with all things into the blue of space, into the dark of time.

      151

      God's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.

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