Stray Birds by Rabindranath Tagore by Rabindranath Tagore - Read Online

About

Summary

Collected here are three hundred and twenty short poems by Rabindranath Tagore. They were written in Bengali before being translated into English by Tagore. These poems are beautiful, thought provoking, and somewhat reminiscent of Haiku. Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.
Published: Start Publishing LLC on
ISBN: 9781625585875
List price: $0.99
Availability for Stray Birds
With a 30 day free trial you can read online for free
  1. This book can be read on up to 6 mobile devices.

Reviews

Book Preview

Stray Birds - Rabindranath Tagore

You've reached the end of this preview. Sign up to read more!
Page 1 of 1

Stray Birds

By Rabindranath Tagore

Start Publishing LLC

Copyright © 2012 by Start Publishing LLC

All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever.

First Start Publishing eBook edition October 2012

Start Publishing is a registered trademark of Start Publishing LLC

Manufactured in the United States of America

10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1

ISBN 978-1-62558-587-5

1

Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.

2

O troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words.

3

The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.

4

It is the tears of the earth that keep her smiles in bloom.

5

The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.

6

If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.

7

The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness?

8

Her wistful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.

9

Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.

10

Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees.

11

Some unseen fingers, like idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.

12

"What language is thine,