Stray birds by rabindranath tagore pdf

THE song feels the infinite in the air, the picture in the earth, the poem in the air and the earth;. LET my doing nothing when I have nothing to do become untroubled in its depth of peace like the evening in the seashore when the water is silent. MY evening came among the alien trees and spoke in a language which my morning stars did not know. THE service of the fruit is precious, the service of the flower is sweet, but let my service be the service of the leaves in its shade of humble devotion.

MY friend, your great heart shone with the sunrise of the East like the snowy summit of a lonely hill in the dawn. OUR names are the light that glows on the sea waves at night and then dies without leaving its signature. THE same lotus of our clime blooms here in the alien water with the same sweetness, under another name.

DO not say, "It is morning," and dismiss it with a name of yesterday. See it for the first time as a new-born child that has no name. FIND your beauty, my heart, from the world's movement, like the boat that has the grace of the wind and the water.

I LIVE in this little world of mine and am afraid to make it the least less. Lift me into thy world and let me have the freedom gladly to lose my all.

MY heart, with its lapping waves of song, longs to caress this green world of the sunny day. I HAVE sung the songs of thy day. In the evening let me carry thy lamp through the stormy path. DEATH belongs to life as birth does. The walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down.

I HAVE learnt the simple meaning of thy whispers in flowers and sunshine--teach me to know thy words in pain and death. THE night's flower was late when the morning kissed her, she shivered and sighed and dropped to the ground. LET my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the afterglow of sunset at the margin of starry silence. I HAVE seen thee as the half-awakened child sees his mother in the dusk of the dawn and then smiles and sleeps again.

LOVE'S pain sang round my life like the unplumbed sea, and love's joy sang like birds in its flowering groves. WHEN I stand before thee at the day's end thou shalt see my scars and know that I had my wounds and also my healing.

SOME day I shall sing to thee in the sunrise of some other world, "I have seen thee before in the light of the earth, in the love of man. CLOUDS come floating into my life from other days no longer to shed rain or usher storm but to give colour to my sunset sky.

THY sunshine smiles upon the winter days of my heart, never doubting of its spring flowers. CHEERLESS is the day, the light under frowning clouds is like a punished child with traces of tears on its pale cheeks, and the cry of the wind is like the cry of a wounded world.

But I know I am travelling to meet my Friend. From what unknown sky hast thou carried in thy silence the aching secret of love? I DREAM of a star, an island of light, where I shall be born and in the depth of its quickening leisure my life will ripen its works like the ricefield in the autumn sun.

THE smell of the wet earth in the rain rises like a great chant of praise from the voiceless multitude of the insignificant. WE shall know some day that death can never rob us of that which our soul has gained, for her gains are one with herself.

GOD comes to me in the dusk of my evening with the flowers from my past kept fresh in his basket. WHEN all the strings of my life will be tuned, my Master, then at every touch of thine will come out the music of love.

I FEEL thy gaze upon my heart this moment like the sunny silence of the morning upon the lonely field whose harvest is over. THE prelude of the night is commenced in the music of the sunset, in its solemn hymn to the ineffable dark. I HAVE scaled the peak and found no shelter in fame's bleak and barren height.

Lead me, my Guide, before the light fades, into the valley of quiet where life's harvest mellows into golden wisdom. THINGS look phantastic in this dimness of the dusk--the spires whose bases are lost in the dark and tree tops like blots of ink. I shall wait for the morning and wake up to see thy city in the light. These books can take me from 2 to 10 hours to create.

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