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MessageSujet: Stray Birds - Part I -   Ven 11 Mai 2007 - 18:24

Rabindranath Tajore

Indian poet - Philosopher - 1913 Nobel Prize Winner in literature from India
Stray Birds

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, O sea?"
"The language of eternal question."
"What language is thy answer, O sky?
"The language of eternal silence."

13

Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it
makes love to you.

14

The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night--it is
great. Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.

15

Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high.

16

I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by
stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.

17

These little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their
whisper of joy in my mind.

18

What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.

19

My wishes are fools, they shout across thy songs, my Master.
Let me but listen.

20

I cannot choose the best.
The best chooses me.


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