Poems of Rabindranath Tagore 10

I leave no trace of wings in the air
but I am glad I have had my flight;
the fireflies twinkling among leaves
make the stars wonder

the mountain remains unmoved
at its seeming defeat by the mist;
while the rose said to the sun
“I shall ever remember thee”
her petals fell to the dust

hills are the earth’s gesture of despair
for the unreachable

though the thorn in thy flower pricked me
O Beauty
I am grateful

the world knows that the few
are more than the many

let not my love be a burden on you
my friend
know that it pays itself

dawn plays her lute
before the gate of darkness
and is content to vanish
when the sun comes out

beauty is truth’s smile
when she beholds her own face
in a perfect mirror

the dew-drop knows the sun
only within its own tiny orb

Rabindranath Tagore (1928)