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Accept me, my lord, accept me for this while.
Let those orphaned days that passed without thee be forgotten.
Only spread this little moment wide across thy lap, holding it under thy light.
I have wandered in pursuit of voices that drew me yet led me nowhere.
Now let me sit in peace and listen to thy words in the soul of my silence.
Do not turn away thy face from my heart's dark secrets, but burn them till they are alight with thy fire.
------Rabindranath Tagore
Madhya Kalikata Sanskritik Prangan - Rabindra Jayanti 2008 - 25e Boishakh, 1415 - Rabindranath Tagore's Birthday, Bowbazar, Kolkata, India.
Madhya Kalikata Sanskritik Prangan - Rabindra Jayanti 2008 - 25e Boishakh, 1415 - Rabindranath Tagore's Birthday , Bowbazar, Kolkata, India.
"I hunt for the golden stag.
You may smile, my friends, but I
pursue the vision that eludes me.
I run across hills and dales, I wander
through nameless lands, because I am
hunting for the golden stag.
You come and buy in the market
and go back to your homes laden with
goods, but the spell of the homeless
winds has touched me I know not when
and where.
I have no care in my heart; all my
belongings I have left far behind me.
I run across hills and dales, I wander
through nameless lands--because I am
hunting for the golden stag."
~ Rabindranath Tagore, 1861-1941 ~
From "The Gardener LXIX: I Hunt for the Golden Stag"
quote by rabindranath tagore.
yesterday i was wondering wht to shoot then i thought let me make a photo out of petty everyday things that i have.
in case you are wondering wht it is, its the special iron bangle that traditional hindu married bengali women have to wear along with other bangles that are shakha, made up of white shell and pala, a red one. it can be a very gorgeous piece of jewellery or a very simple one. it is called "loha" in bengali which means iron.
Madhya Kalikata Sanskritik Prangan - Rabindra Jayanti 2008 - 25e Boishakh, 1415 - Rabindranath Tagore's Birthday, Bowbazar, Kolkata, India.
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The fourteenth fortnight-long annual drama festival “ Bharat Rang Manch “of National School of Drama was inaugurated by Kumari(Ms) Shalja Minister for Culture in presence of Ms Sharmila Tagore well known Bollywood actor., This year focus is on Rabindranath Tagore whose 150th birth anniversary is being celebrated. The event opened with Ratan Thiyam's new Manipuri play 'King of the Dark Chamber'. "The Manipuri play was a symbolic one. This year, the festival will offer plays in some 26 languages including Tulu and Mizu with participation by some 2,500 artistes from India and and abroad.
Passing Breeze
Yes, I know, this is nothing but thy love,
O beloved of my heart---
this golden light that dances upon the leaves,
these idle clouds sailing across the sky,
this passing breeze leaving its coolness upon my forehead.
The morning light has flooded my eyes---
this is thy message to my heart.
Thy face is bent from above,
thy eyes look down on my eyes,
and my heart has touched thy feet.
GITANJALI
The offering songs of
Rabindranath Tagore
Si lloras por haber perdido el sol, las lágrimas no te dejarán ver las estrellas.
Rabindranath Tagore
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars
Rabindranath Tagore
(Music: "Sleep away" BY Bob Acri)
soon, somewhere there burns a lamp, elsewhere a heart (Kahin Deep Jale Kahin Dil )
Forming a Habit. Press 'L'
“Absence weakens mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind blows out
candles and kindles fires.” -- François de la Rochefoucauld
Clouds come floating into my life,
no longer to carry rain or usher storm,
but to add color to my sunset sky.
~ Rabindranath Tagore
“This is the ultimate end of man, to find the One which is in him; which is his truth, which is his soul; the key with which he opens the gate of the spiritual life, the heavenly kingdom.”—Rabindranath Tagore
"What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well."—Antoine de Saint-Exupery
"The Gothic cathedral is a blossoming in stone subdued by the insatiable demand of harmony in man. The mountain of granite blooms into an eternal flower, with the lightness and delicate finish, as well as the aerial proportions and perspective of vegetable beauty. "—Ralph Waldo Emerson
"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 tagore
An extract from a poem by Rabindranath Tagore at the entrance to Dartington Hall, Devon, south west England.
'The Parrot's Training' by Rabindranath Tagore
ONCE UPON A time there was a bird. It was ignorant. It sang all right, but never recited scriptures. It hopped pretty frequently, but lacked manners.
Said the Raja to himself: ‘Ignorance is costly in the long run. For fools consume as much food as their betters, and yet give nothing in return.’
He called his nephews to his presence and told them that the bird must have a sound schooling.
The pundits were summoned, and at once went to the root of the matter.
They decided that the ignorance of birds was due to their natural habit of living in poor nests. Therefore, according to the pundits, the first thing necessary for this bird's education was a suitable cage.
The pundits had their rewards and went home happy.
A golden cage was built with gorgeous decorations. Crowds came to see it from all parts of the world. 'Culture, captured and caged! ' exclaimed some, in a rapture of ecstasy, and burst into tears. Others remarked: 'Even if culture be missed, the cage will remain, to the end, a substantial fact. How fortunate for the bird!'
The goldsmith filled his bag with money and lost no time in sailing homewards.
The pundit sat down to educate the bird. With proper deliberation he took his pinch of snuff, as he said: 'Text-books can never be too many for our purpose!'
The nephews brought together an enormous crowd of scribes. They copied from books, and copied from copies, till the manuscripts were piled up to an unreachable height. Men murmured in amazement: 'Oh, the tower of culture, egregiously high! The end of it lost in the clouds!'
The scribes, with light hearts, hurried home, their pockets heavily laden.
The nephews were furiously busy keeping the cage in proper trim. As their constant scrubbing and polishing went on, the people said with satisfaction: 'This is progress indeed!'
Men were employed in large numbers, and supervisors were still more numerous. These, with their cousins of all different degrees of distance, built a palace for themselves and lived there happily ever after.
Whatever may be its other deficiencies, the world is never in want of fault- finders; and they went about saying that every creature remotely connected with the cage flourished beyond words, excepting only the bird.
When this remark reached the Raja's ears, he summoned his nephews before him and said: 'My dear nephews, what is this that we hear?'
The nephews said in answer: 'Sire, let the testimony of the goldsmiths and the pundits, the scribes and the supervisors, be taken, if the truth is to be known. Food is scarce with the fault-finders, and that is why their tongues have gained in sharpness.'
The explanation was so luminously satisfactory that the Raja decorated each one of his nephews with his own rare jewels.
The Raja at length, being desirous of seeing with his own eyes how his Education Department busied itself with the little bird, made his appearance one day at the great Hall of Learning.
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Madhya Kalikata Sanskritik Prangan - Rabindra Jayanti 2008 - 25e Boishakh, 1415 - Rabindranath Tagore's Birthday, Bowbazar, Kolkata, India.
«La verdadera #amistad es como la fosforescencia, resplandece mejor cuando todo se ha oscurecido» .
Rabindranath Tagore
(1861-1941)
Filósofo y escritor indio.
The plaque of the Rabindranath Tagore statue at the Asian Centre of the University of British Columbia. (Metro Vancouver/University Endowment Lands, BC, Canada)
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Had the good fortune of attending the Christmas Clebration at Upasana Griha, Santiniketan on 25.12.2016. Standing outside the precincts of the Kanch Mandir, as it is also called, I listened to the words of Rabindranath Thakur. As the impact of the words soaked in, I realised once more the profound understanding of spiritualism he had. Very seldom have I heard such strong words being uttered as self criticism, nudging his listeners out of their individual cocoon of false spiritual satisfaction. As the words resonated with my own spiritual thoughts, they appeared like sweet nectar to me. Could not agree with you more Gurudev. Pronam.
Location: Santiniketan, State of West Bengal, India
Date: 25.12.2016
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