Tagore's Gitanjali

"My song has put off her adornments.

She has no pride of dress and decoration.

Ornaments would mar our union;

they would come between thee and me;

their jingling would drown thy whispers."

"My poet's vanity dies in shame before thy sight.

O master poet, I have sat down at thy feet.

Only let me make my life simple and straight,

like a flute of reed for thee to fill with music."

Tagore again

Go not to the temple to put flowers upon the feet of God,

First fill your own house with the Fragrance of love...

Go not to the temple to light candles before the altar of God,

First remove the darkness of sin from your heart...

Go not to the temple to bow down your head in prayer,

First learn to bow in humility before your fellowmen...

Go not to the temple to pray on bended knees,

First bend down to lift someone who is down-trodden. ..

Go not to the temple to ask for forgiveness for your sins,

First forgive from your heart those who have sinned against you.

Ekla Chalo

Jadi tor daak shune keu naa aashe tabe ekla chalo re

jadi keu kathaa naa kaya, ore ore o abhaagaa,jadi sabaai thaake mukha phiraaye sabaai kare bhayatabe paraana khule o tui mukha phute tora manera kathaa, ekalaa balo re

jadi sabaai phire jaaya, ore o abhaagaa,jadi gahana pathe jaabaara kaale keu phire naa chaaya tabe pathera kaantaa o tui raktamaakhaa charanatale ekalaa borho re

jadi aalo naa dhare, ore o abhaagaa,jadi jhara-baadale aandhaara raate duyaara deya ghare tabe bajraanale aapana bukera paanjara jbaaliye niye ekalaa jalo re.

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English Version of the immortal words.

If they answer not to thy call walk alone,

If they are afraid and cower mutely facing the wall, O thou of evil luck,
Open thy mind and speak out alone.

If they turn away, and desert you when crossing the wilderness, O thou of evil luck,
Trample the thorns under thy tread, and along the blood-lined track travel alone.

If they do not hold up the light when the night is troubled with storm, O thou of evil luck,with the thunder flame of pain ignite thy own heart and let it burn alone.

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Do i even need to name the author?

Tagore's words

Love adorns itself;
it seeks to prove inward joy by outward beauty.

Love does not claim possession,
but gives freedom.

Love is an endless mystery,
for it has nothing else to explain it.

Love's gift cannot be given,
it waits to be accepted.
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Rabindra Nath Thakur

I know you're there

I know you’re out there somewhere
Somewhere you can hear my voice

I know I'll find you somehow

And somehow I'll return again to you

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The mist is lifting slowly

I can see the way ahead

And I’ve left behind the empty streets

That once inspired my life

And the strength of the emotion

Is like thunder in the air

coz the promise that we made each other

Haunts me to the end

x

The secret of your beauty

And the mystery of your soul

I’ve been searching for in everyone I meet

And the times I’ve been mistaken

Its impossible to say

And the grass is growing

Underneath our feet

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From the words that I remember

From my childhood still are true

That there’s none so blind

As those who will not see

And to those who lack the courage

And say it’s dangerous to try

Well they just don’t know

That love eternal will not be denied

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Yes I know its going to happen

I can feel you getting near

And soon well be returning

To the fountain of our youth

And if you wake up wondering

In the darkness I’ll be there

My arms will close around you

And protect you with the truth

xxxx

Moody Blues