Rabindranath Tagore

IN MY SKY AT TWILIGHT

In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud
and your form and color are the way I lovethem.
You are mine, mine, woman with sweet lips
and in your life my infinite dreams live.

The lamp of my soul dyes your feet,
My sour wine is sweeter on your lips,
oh reaper of my evening song,
how solitary dreams believe you to be mine.

You are mine, mine, I go shouting it to the
afternoon's wind,
and the wind hauls on my widowed voice.
Huntress of the depths of my eyes, your plunder
stills your nocturnal regard as though it werewater.

You are taken in the net of my music, my love,
and my nets of music are wide as the sky.
My soul is born on the shore of your eyes of mourning.
In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.

Poems from Gitanjali

       Thou hast made me endless, such is thypleasure...
 
Thou hast made me endless, such is thypleasure.
This frail vessel thou emptiest again andagain,
and fillest it ever with fresh life.

This little flute of a reed thou hastcarried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternallynew.

At the immortal touch of thy hands
my little heart loses its limits in joy
and gives birth to utterance ineffable.

Thyinfinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine.
Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there isroom to fill.

The same stream of life that runs throughmy veins night and day...
 
The same stream of life that runs through myveins night and day
runs through the world and dances in rhythmicmeasures.
It is the same life that shoots in joy
through the dust of the earth in numberlessblades of grass
and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves andflowers.
It is the same life that is rocked
in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death inebb and in flow.
Ifeel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life
and my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing inmy  blood this moment.