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Three poems of Rabindranath Tagore


RABINDRANATH TAGORE


Let me not forget


If it is not my portion to meet thee in this life

then let me ever feel that I have missed thy sight

—let me not forget for a moment,

let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams

and in my wakeful hours.

As my days pass in the crowded market of this world

and my hands grow full with the daily profits,

let me ever feel that I have gained nothing

—let me not forget for a moment,

let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams

and in my wakeful hours.

When I sit by the roadside, tired and panting,

when I spread my bed low in the dust,

let me ever feel that the long journey is still before me

—let me not forget a moment,

let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams

and in my wakeful hours.

When my rooms have been decked out and the flutes sound

and the laughter there is loud,

let me ever feel that I have not invited thee to my house

—let me not forget for a moment,

let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams

and in my wakeful hours


Lamp of Love


Light, oh where is the light?

Kindle it with the burning fire of desire!

There is the lamp but never a flicker of a flame–is such thy fate, my heart?

Ah, death were better by far for thee!

Misery knocks at thy door,

and her message is that thy lord is wakeful,

and he calls thee to the love-tryst through the darkness of night.

The sky is overcast with clouds and the rain is ceaseless.

I know not what this is that stirs in me–I know not its meaning.

A moment’s flash of lightning drags down a deeper gloom on my sight,

and my heart gropes for the path to where the music of the night calls me.

Light, oh where is the light!

Kindle it with the burning fire of desire!

It thunders and the wind rushes screaming through the void.

The night is black as a black stone.

Let not the hours pass by in the dark.

Kindle the lamp of love with thy life.


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, forever.


Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age-old pain,

It's ancient tale of being apart or together.

As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,

Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:

You become an image of what is remembered forever.


You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.

At the heart of time, love of one for another.

We have played along side millions of lovers, shared in the same

Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell-

Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.


Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you

The love of all man’s days both past and forever:

Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.

The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –

And the songs of every poet past and forever.



 

Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941) stands as one of literature's most luminous figures – a Bengali polymath who became the first non-European to win the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1913. A revolutionary poet, philosopher, musician, and painter, Tagore reshaped Bengali literature and music through his profound works including 'Gitanjali,' which captured the world's imagination with its spiritual depth and lyrical beauty.

Known affectionately as 'Gurudev' and 'Kabiguru' in India, Tagore transcended cultural boundaries by masterfully weaving Eastern philosophy with Western literary traditions. His vast repertoire includes thousands of poems, short stories, novels, essays, and songs – including the national anthems of both India and Bangladesh, making him perhaps the only person in history to have composed the national anthems of two nations.


Tagore's works explore the full spectrum of human experience – from the joys of nature and childhood to deep philosophical questions about nationalism, education, and spirituality. His experimental school at Shantiniketan, which later became Visva-Bharati University, embodied his revolutionary educational philosophy that emphasized the freedom of mind, nature's role in education, and the importance of cultural exchange.

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