Poems of Rabindranath Tagore

the razor-blade is proud of its keenness
when it sneers at the sun;
the butterfly has the leisure to love the lotus
not like the bee busily storing honey

child
you bring to my heart
the babble of wind & water
flower’s speechless secret & cloud’s dreams
the mute gaze of wonder of the morning sky;
the rainbow up in the clouds;
the butterfly in the bushes

mist weaves her net round morning
captivates and makes him blind

morning star whispers to dawn
“tell me you are only for me
and for that nameless flower…”

sky remains infinitely vacant
for earth to build its heaven with dreams;
perhaps the crescent moon smiles in doubt
at being told it is a fragment
awaiting perfection

let evening forgive the mistakes of the day
to win peace for herself;
beauty smiles in the confinement of a bud
in the heart of sweet incompleteness

your flitting love with its wings
lightly brushes my sun-flower
never asking if it is ready
to surrender its honey

leaves are silences
around the words of flowers

Rabindranath Tagore (1928)