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id: 6519
title: Songs of Kabir
author: Kabir
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  of love throughout all the world." [Footnote: Cf. Poems Nos. XXI, in loving adoration towards God and coming home to tell the Kabîr says: "Listen to me, friend: he understands who loves. Kabîr says: "Knowing it, the ignorant man becomes wise, and the Where is the need of words, when love has made drunken the heart? Kabîr says: "Listen to the Word, the Truth, which is your Kabîr says: "He who has found both love and renunciation never Kabîr says: "O my loving friend! Kabîr says: "Keep within you truth, detachment, and love." The whole world, says Kabîr, rests in His play, yet still the Kabîr says: "When you unite love with the Lover, then you have Kabîr says, "I shall go to my Lord''s house with my love at my Kabîr says: "I tell you the ways of love! Kabîr says: "The Lover Himself reveals the glory of true love."


id: 6520
title: The Crescent Moon
author: nan
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  children, even like a mother while rocking her baby''s cradle. He knows that there is room for endless joy in mother''s little O greedy heart, shall I pluck the world like a fruit from the sky when you sleep in your mother''s arms, and the morning comes Mother, the light has grown grey in the sky; I do not know what shall come running to you, saying, "Mother, I am hungry!" I shall never go away from you into the town to work like father. Do you know, mother, their home is in the sky, where the stars Now think well, mother, before you say what I shall bring for you I shall tell him, "Do you not know I am as big as father? I shall tell her, "Mother, don''t you know, I am as big as father, mother''s heart is full to the brim with love, and if you come to


id: 6524
title: Stray Birds
author: Tagore, Rabindranath
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  The mist, like love, plays upon the heart of the hills and brings Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn The earth hums to me to-day in the sun, like a woman at her I feel, thy beauty, dark night, like that of the loved woman when The world has opened its heart of light in the morning. Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it. God loves man''s lamp lights better than his own great stars. The storm is like the cry of some god in pain whose love the The night''s silence, like a deep lamp, is burning with the light Find your beauty, my heart, from the world''s movement, like the Light in my heart the evening star of rest and then let the night The world loved man when he smiled. sea, Full Moon, like the heart throb of the world.


id: 7164
title: Gitanjali
author: Tagore, Rabindranath
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  At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its break with pride; and I look to thy face, and tears come to my my love in flower, knowing that thou hast thy seat in the inmost Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor Open thine eyes and see thy God is not before thee! In thy world I have no work to do; my useless life can only break The morning will surely come, the darkness will vanish, and thy Art thou abroad on this stormy night on thy journey of love, my life like a flower under the cover of thy kindly night. when they see thee come down from thy seat to raise me from the Yes, I know, this is nothing but thy love, O beloved of my heart-moments breaks and I see by the light of death thy world with its


id: 7971
title: The Fugitive
author: Tagore, Rabindranath
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  Come, stray into my heart, you tender little feet, and leave the When in the morning you open your eyes, I shall leave you to a world a-hum remember in your dark eyes sweeping shadows of passion, like the wings of a musings, and through it her dark eyes like lost stars travel back to their My heart knew of your coming, as the night feels the approach of dawn. I shall know those dark eyes then as morning stars, and yet feel that they Like a child that frets and pushes away its toys, my heart to-day shakes My heart, like the evening sky, has its endless passion for colour, and The day passed, and my friend came and said to me, "Whatever is good is A father''s love, like God''s Eyes see only dust and earth, but feel with the heart, and know pure joy.


id: 6686
title: The Gardener
author: Tagore, Rabindranath
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  "If some wanderer, leaving home, come here to watch the night and When with the day''s burden I went home, my love was sitting in The cage bird whispers, "Come hither, let us both live in the When my love comes and sits by my side, when my body trembles and Let your work be, bride, the guest has come in the evening. Your thoughts will stray out of your dark eyes like birds from As I come in and out I pass by him every time, and my eyes are I long to sit silent by you; but I dare not lest my heart come Then, come, my rainy nights with pattering feet; smile, my golden Love, my heart longs day and night for the meeting with you--for Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the Love, my heart longs day and night 50


