Friday, June 23, 2017 | ePaper

Tagore’s poems

  • Print
The Merchant :
Imagine, mother, that you are to stay at home and I am to travel into strange lands.
Imagine that my boat is ready at the landing fully laden.  Now think well, mother, before you say what I shall bring for you when I come back.
Mother, do you want heaps and heaps of gold?
There, by the banks of golden streams, fields are full of golden harvest.
And in the shade of the forest path the golden champ flower drop on the ground.
I will gather them all for you in many hundred baskets.
Mother, do you want pearls big as the raindrops of autumn?
I shall cross to the pearl island shore.
There in the early morning light pearls tremble on the meadow flowers, pearls drop on the grass, and pearls are scattered on the sand in spray by the wild sea-waves.
My brother shall have a pair of horses with wings to fly among the clouds.
For father I shall bring a magic pen that, without his
knowing, will write of itself.
For you, mother, I must have the casket and jewel that cost
seven kings their kingdom.
Rabindranath Tagore

My Dependence

I like to be dependent, and so for ever
with warmth and care of my mother
my father , to love, kiss and embrace
wear life happily in all their grace.

I like to be dependent, and so for ever
on my kith and kin, for they all shower
harsh and warm advices, complaints
full wondering ,true and info giants.

I like to be dependent, and so for ever
for my friends, chat and want me near
with domestic, family and romantic tips
colleagues as well , guide me work at risks.
I like to be dependent, and so for ever
for my neighbours too, envy at times
when at my rise of fortune like to hear
my daily steps , easy and odd things too.


We Are To Play The Game Of Death

WE are to play the game of death to-night, my bride and I.
The night is black, the clouds in the sky are capricious, and the waves are raving at sea.
We have left our bed of dreams, flung open the door and come out, my bride and I.
We sit upon a swing, and the storm winds give us a wild push from behind.
My bride starts up with fear and delight, she trembles and clings to my breast.
Long have I served her tenderly.
I made for her a bed of flowers and I closed the doors to shut out the rude light from her eyes.
I kissed her gently on her lips and whispered softly in her ears till she half swooned in languor.
She was lost in the endless mist of vague sweetness.
She answered not to my touch, my songs failed to arouse her.
To-night has come to us the call of the storm from the wild.
My bride has shivered and stood up, she has clasped my hand and come out.
Her hair is flying in the wind, her veil is fluttering, her garland rustles over her breast.
The push of death has swung her into life.
We are face to face and heart to heart, my bride and I.


The Rainy Day

Sullen clouds are gathering fast over the black fringe of the forest.
O child, do not go out!
The palm trees in a row by the lake are smiting their heads against the dismal sky; the crows with their dragged wings are silent on the tamarind branches, and the eastern bank of the river is haunted by a deepening gloom.
Our cow is lowing loud, ties at the fence.
O child, wait here till I bring her into the stall.
Men have crowded into the flooded field to catch the fishes as they escape from the overflowing ponds; the rain-water is running in rills through the narrow lanes like a laughing boy who has run away from his mother to tease her.
Listen, someone is shouting for the boatman at the ford.  
O child, the daylight is dim, and the crossing at the ferry is closed.  The sky seems to ride fast upon the madly rushing rain; the water in the river is loud and impatient; women have hastened home early from the Ganges with their filled pitchers.
The evening lamps must be made ready.
O child, do not go out!
The road to the market is desolate, the lane to the river is
slippery. The wind is roaring and struggling among the bamboo
branches like a wild beast tangled in a net.
www.poemhunter.com

More News For this Category

Taqwa to create an ideal society

Taqwa to create an ideal society

Khwaja Mohammad Zubair :1.The Muslims received the blessed month of Ramadan with repentance, sincerity, resoluteness and earnestness. They have been observing fasting performing extra acts of devotion and worship

Glorious Quran

K.M. Mahmood ur Rahman :It is a well known fact that so many eminent scholars, both in the East and the West have been carrying out their research to

Lailatul Qadr

Mufti Taqi Usmani :One of the most meritorious aspects of the month of Ramadan is that it contains Laylatul Qadr, the most blessed night of the year. It is

Bangladesh has not been freed for people not to be free

It is forgotten by those in power that their own legitimacy as the government depends on acknowledging by the Supreme Court because the guardian and protector of the Constitution

Universal Declaration of Human Rights : Concept and history

Dr Syed Anwar Husain :That human beings are to have rights has a philosophical as well as logical basis, which comes out clearly in the following words of J.

Of gratitude

Maj Gen (Retd) Syed Muhammad Ibrahim Bir Protik :Being grateful is a multi dimensional virtue; it is a requirement from the Almighty Allah also. The 55th chapter of the

Manik Mia, The six point  programme and national unity

Manik Mia, The six point programme and national unity

Dr. Kamal Hossain :The fact that one of the first Cabinet decisions after liberation was to name the road on which the Jatiyo Sangsad building stands, Manik Mia Avenue,

Ataturk's influence on Bengali intelligentsia

Prof. Mahmud Shah QureshiThe recorded history of Bengal starts just at the beginning of the 13th Century when the Turkish General Muhammad Bakhtiyar Khalji conquered the country with a

Ties of tension

Mohammad Amjad Hossain :India has recently made an effort to further develop its friendly relations with Bangladesh amidst growing bilateral ties with China whom India considers a rival, both

Water and Cultural resources of Bangladesh: Problems and possibilities

Water and Cultural resources of Bangladesh: Problems and possibilities

Prof. Anwarul Karim, Ph, DBangladesh is a land of rivers and her civilization and culture have been built primarily by its water resource as economic and social good. Water