Top 11 Best Rabindranath Tagore Poems in English

Top 11 Best Rabindranath Tagore Poems in English
Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore Poems in English | poems of Rabindranath Tagore in english on nature | patriotic poems by Rabindranath Tagore | Enjoy & Share with your Friends

Where The Mind Is Without Fear - Poem by Rabindranath Tagore

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high

Where knowledge is free

Where the world has not been broken up into fragments

By narrow domestic walls

Where words come out from the depth of truth

Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection

Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way

Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit

Where the mind is led forward by thee

Into ever-widening thought and action

Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake

 

 

Clouds And Waves - Poem by Rabindranath Tagore

Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me-

"We play from the time we wake till the day ends.

We play with the golden dawn, we play with the silver moon."

I ask, "But how am I to get up to you ?"

They answer, "Come to the edge of the earth, lift up your

hands to the sky, and you will be taken up into the clouds."

"My mother is waiting for me at home, "I say, "How can I leave

her and come?"

Then they smile and float away.

But I know a nicer game than that, mother.

I shall be the cloud and you the moon.

I shall cover you with both my hands, and our house-top will

be the blue sky.

The folk who live in the waves call out to me-

"We sing from morning till night; on and on we travel and know

not where we pass."

I ask, "But how am I to join you?"

They tell me, "Come to the edge of the shore and stand with

your eyes tight shut, and you will be carried out upon the waves."

I say, "My mother always wants me at home in the everything-

how can I leave her and go?"

They smile, dance and pass by.

But I know a better game than that.

I will be the waves and you will be a strange shore.

I shall roll on and on and on, and break upon your lap with

laughter.

And no one in the world will know where we both are.

 

 

A Moments Indulgence - Poem by Rabindranath Tagore

I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The works

that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.

 

Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite,

and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.

 

Today the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs; and

the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove.

 

Now it is time to sit quite, face to face with thee, and to sing

dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.

 

 

Closed Path - Poem by Rabindranath Tagore

I thought that my voyage had come to its end

at the last limit of my power,---that the path before me was closed,

that provisions were exhausted

and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity.

 

But I find that thy will knows no end in me.

And when old words die out on the tongue,

new melodies break forth from the heart;

and where the old tracks are lost,

new country is revealed with its wonders.

 

 

Baby's World - Poem by Rabindranath Tagore

I wish I could take a quiet corner in the heart of my baby's very

own world.

I know it has stars that talk to him, and a sky that stoops

down to his face to amuse him with its silly clouds and rainbows.

Those who make believe to be dumb, and look as if they never

could move, come creeping to his window with their stories and with

trays crowded with bright toys.

I wish I could travel by the road that crosses baby's mind,

and out beyond all bounds;

Where messengers run errands for no cause between the kingdoms

of kings of no history;

Where Reason makes kites of her laws and flies them, the Truth

sets Fact free from its fetters.

 

 

Chain Of Pearls - Poem by Rabindranath Tagore

Mother, I shall weave a chain of pearls for thy neck

with my tears of sorrow.

 

The stars have wrought their anklets of light to deck thy feet,

but mine will hang upon thy breast.

 

Wealth and fame come from thee

and it is for thee to give or to withhold them.

But this my sorrow is absolutely mine own,

and when I bring it to thee as my offering

thou rewardest me with thy grace.

 

 

Face To Face - Poem by Rabindranath Tagore

Day after day, O lord of my life,

shall I stand before thee face to face.

With folded hands, O lord of all worlds,

shall I stand before thee face to face.

 

Under thy great sky in solitude and silence,

with humble heart shall I stand before thee face to face.

 

In this laborious world of thine, tumultuous with toil

and with struggle, among hurrying crowds

shall I stand before thee face to face.

 

And when my work shall be done in this world,

O King of kings, alone and speechless

shall I stand before thee face to face.

 

 

Endless Time - Poem by Rabindranath Tagore

Time is endless in thy hands, my lord.

There is none to count thy minutes.

 

Days and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers.

Thou knowest how to wait.

 

Thy centuries follow each other perfecting a small wild flower.

 

We have no time to lose,

and having no time we must scramble for a chance.

We are too poor to be late.

 

And thus it is that time goes by

while I give it to every querulous man who claims it,

and thine altar is empty of all offerings to the last.

 

At the end of the day I hasten in fear lest thy gate be shut;

but I find that yet there is time.

 

 

Colored Toys - Poem by Rabindranath Tagore

When I bring to you colored toys, my child,

I understand why there is such a play of colors on clouds, on water,

and why flowers are painted in tints

---when I give colored toys to you, my child.

 

When I sing to make you dance

I truly now why there is music in leaves,

and why waves send their chorus of voices to the heart of the listening earth

---when I sing to make you dance.

 

When I bring sweet things to your greedy hands

I know why there is honey in the cup of the flowers

and why fruits are secretly filled with sweet juice

---when I bring sweet things to your greedy hands.

 

When I kiss your face to make you smile, my darling,

I surely understand what pleasure streams from the sky in morning light,

and what delight that is that is which the summer breeze brings to my body

---when I kiss you to make you smile.

 

 

Baby's Way - Poem by Rabindranath Tagore

poet Rabindranath Tagore #12 on top 500 poets Poet's PagePoemsQuotesCommentsStatsE-BooksBiographyShare on FacebookShare on Twitter

Poems by Rabindranath Tagore : 4 / 216 « prev. poem next poem »

Baby's Way - Poem by Rabindranath Tagore

Autoplay next video

If baby only wanted to, he could fly up to heaven this moment.

It is not for nothing that he does not leave us.

He loves to rest his head on mother's bosom, and cannot ever

bear to lose sight of her.

Baby know all manner of wise words, though few on earth can

understand their meaning.

It is not for nothing that he never wants to speak.

The one thing he wants is to learn mother's words from

mother's lips. That is why he looks so innocent.

Baby had a heap of gold and pearls, yet he came like a beggar

on to this earth.

It is not for nothing he came in such a disguise.

This dear little naked mendicant pretends to be utterly

helpless, so that he may beg for mother's wealth of love.

Baby was so free from every tie in the land of the tiny

crescent moon.

It was not for nothing he gave up his freedom.

He knows that there is room for endless joy in mother's little

corner of a heart, and it is sweeter far than liberty to be caught

and pressed in her dear arms.

Baby never knew how to cry. He dwelt in the land of perfect

bliss.

It is not for nothing he has chosen to shed tears.

Though with the smile of his dear face he draws mother's

yearning heart to him, yet his little cries over tiny troubles

weave the double bond of pity and love.

 

 

Beggarly Heart - Poem by Rabindranath Tagore

When the heart is hard and parched up,

come upon me with a shower of mercy.

 

When grace is lost from life,

come with a burst of song.

 

When tumultuous work raises its din on all sides shutting me out from

beyond, come to me, my lord of silence, with thy peace and rest.

 

When my beggarly heart sits crouched, shut up in a corner,

break open the door, my king, and come with the ceremony of a king.

 

When desire blinds the mind with delusion and dust, O thou holy one,

thou wakeful, come with thy light and thy thunder

Be the first to comment

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.


*