| Unending Love by Rabindranath Tagore
Posted: 3/16/2008 11:57:01 AM | 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 hear of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers,
Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting, the distressful tears of farewell,
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever | |
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| Unending Love by Rabindranath Tagore
Posted: 3/16/2008 2:26:55 PM | Tell me, if this be all true, my love,
Tell me if this be true.
When these eyes flash their lightning, the dark clouds in your breast make stormy answer.
Is it true that my lips are sweet like the opening bud of the first conscious love?
Do the memories of vanished months of May linger in my limbs?
Does the earth, like a harp, shiver into songs with the touch of my feet?
Is it true then that the dewdrops fall from the eyes of night when I am seen?
And the morning light is glad when it wraps my body round?
Is it true, is it true that your love travelled alone through ages and worlds in search of me?
That when you found me at last, your age-long desire found utter peace
in my gentle speech and my eyes and lips and flowing hair?
Is it then true that the mystery of the Infinite is written on this little forehead of mine?
Tell me, my love, if all this be true
PS: I am a ardent admirer of Tagore's poetry. Many of his poems snaps the vivid
pictures of my childhood village, crops land, tall palmyra tree, mother's affection,
moon and rain..........and that eternal LOVE. Hope to read more of Tagore's poetry in this thread.
Thank you moon girl. | |
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| Unending Love by Rabindranath Tagore
Posted: 3/16/2008 2:54:49 PM | i especially love his translations of Kabir....
Hang up the swing of love today!
Hang the body and the mind between the
arms of the beloved, in the ecstasy of love's joy:
Bring the tearful streams of the rainy clouds
to your eyes, and cover your heart with
the shadow of darkness:
Bring your face nearer to his ear, and speak
of the deepest longings of your heart.
Kabir says: `Listen to me brother! bring the
vision of the Beloved in your heart.' | |
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| Unending Love by Rabindranath Tagore
Posted: 3/16/2008 3:07:21 PM |
"Hang up the swing of love today!"
Not wanting to take away from the beauty of the piece, but this brings such VISIONS .. *wink* .. | |
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| Unending Love by Rabindranath Tagore
Posted: 3/16/2008 3:13:09 PM | you are bad , you are so very very bad
don't egg me on..... god will strike me dead if i pull off one more today.... did i say pull off??? i meant push out.... no wait, no i didn't mean that either..... oh my.... say goodnight gracie
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| Unending Love by Rabindranath Tagore
Posted: 3/19/2008 6:04:39 PM | Speak to me, my love! Tell me in words what you sang.
The night is dark. The stars are lost in clouds.
The wind is sighing through the leaves.
I will let loose my hair. My blue cloak will cling round me like night.
I will clasp your head to my bosom; and there in the sweet loneliness murmur on your heart.
I will shut my eyes and listen. I will not look in your face.
When your words are ended, we will sit still and silent.
Only the trees will whisper in the dark. The night will pale. The day will dawn.
We shall look at each other's eyes and go on our different paths.
Speak to me, my love! Tell me in words what you sang | |
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| Unending Love by Rabindranath Tagore
Posted: 4/2/2008 1:27:06 PM | THE tame bird was in a cage, the free bird was in the forest.
They met when the time came, it was a decree of fate.
The free bird cries, "O my love, let us fly to the wood."
The cage bird whispers, "Come hither, let us both live in the cage."
Says the free bird, "Among bars, where is there room to spread one's wings?"
"Alas," cries the caged bird, "I should not know where to sit perched in the sky."
The free bird cries, "My darling, sing the songs of the woodlands."
The cage bird sings, "Sit by my side, I'll teach you the speech of the learned."
The forest bird cries, "No, ah no! songs can never be taught."
The cage bird says, "Alas for me, I know not the songs of the woodlands."
There love is intense with longing, but they never can fly wing to wing.
Through the bars of the cage they look, and vain is their wish to know each other.
They flutter their wings in yearning, and sing, "Come closer, my love!"
The free bird cries, "It cannot be, I fear the closed doors of the cage."
The cage bird whispers, "Alas, my wings are powerless and dead." | |
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