The touch of an infinite mystery passes over the trivial and the familiar, making it break out into ineffable music... The trees, the stars, and the blue hills ache with a meaning which can never be uttered in words.
Rabindranath Tagoreاستَيْقَظْتُ
فَوَجَدْتُ رِسَالَتِه تَأْتِيني مَع الصَّبَاحِ
لا أَدْرِي مَا تَقُولُ الرِّسالةُ
لأَنِّي لاَ أَعْرِفُ القرَاءَةَ
سَأَدَعُ العَالِم الحَكِيم مُنْصَرِفاً إِلى كُتُبِهِ
وَلَسْتُ أَرْغَب في مُضَايَقَتِهِ
مَنْ يَدْرِي إِذا كَان سَيعْرِفُ مَا تَقُولُه الرِّسَالة
سأَطْبَعُهَا على جَبِينِي
وأَشُدُّها إِلى صَدْرِي
وحِينَ يَشيِيعُ السُّكُونُ في اللّيْلِ
وتَسْطَعُ النُّجُوم وَاحِدَةً بَعْدَ أُخْرَى
سَأَنْشُرَها فِي حِضْنِي
وأَظَلُّ صَامِتاً.
إن حفِيف الأَوْرَاق
سَيَتْلُوهَا عَلَيَّ بِصَوْتٍ عَالٍ.
ونُجُومُ الثُرَيَّا السَّبْع
ستُغَنِّيَها لِي مِن السَّمَاءِ.
لاَ أَعْرِفُ كَيْف أَعْثُرُ عَلَى مَا أَبْحثُ عَنْهُ
وَلاَ أَدْرِي مَا الذِي يَنْبَغِي عَلَيَّ مَعْرِفَتُهُ وَتَعلُّمُهُ
ولَكِن هَذِه الرِّسَالَة
خَفَّفَت أَعْبَائِي
وأَحَالَت أَفْكَارِي إِلي أُغْنِيَاتٍ.
I thought that my voyage had come to its end at the last limit of my power, that the path before me was closed, that provisions were exhausted, and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity, but I find that thy will knows no end in me, and when old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth from the heart, and where the old tracks are lost, new country is revealed with its wonders.
Rabindranath TagoreTags: inspirational-quotes
Amit likens fashion to a mask, and style to beauty of countenance. Style, he feels, belongs to the literary elite, who live by their own wishes. And fashion is for the ordinary lot, who make it their business to please other people. . . . You may view a professional dancing girl beneath the awning of a public marquee; but for the first glimpse of the bride’s face during the shubhodrishti ritual, a veil of Benarasi fabric is required. The marquee belongs to fashion, the Benarasi veil--which reveals the special one’s countenance shaded by a special hue--to style.
Rabindranath Tagore...the authors he has himself discovered are his own exclusive territory, like the saloon compartment of a special train.
Rabindranath Tagoreثمة قفر فسيح اسمه القلب،في أعماقه أضعت سبيلي
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Unending Love
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times...
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age old pain,
It's ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
You become an image of what is remembered forever.
You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers,
Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,
the distressful tears of farewell,
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.
Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man's days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours -
And the songs of every poet past and forever.
Tags: love soulmates reincarnation
The real frienship is like fluorescence, it shines better when everything has darken.
Rabindranath TagoreTags: friendship
Perhaps the crescent moon smiles in doubt
at being told that it is a fragment
awaiting perfection.
If no one responds to your call, then go your own way alone.
Rabindranath TagoreTags: inspirational
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