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“The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.“
― Rabindranath Tagore, Gitanjali
Macro Mondays - theme: fill the frame (with a plant)
leaf lettuce backlit with a LED torch
taken with the manual LAOWA 60mm ultra macro lens @ 2x magnification
Happy Macro Mondays
Wir haben Berge zu besteigen ! ****✿⊱╮ ♫ ♫ ♫
(We have Mountains to Climb)
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“Deliverance is not for me in renunciation. I feel the embrace of freedom in a thousand bonds of delight.”
― Rabindranath Tagore, Gitanjali
I Wish you all a Peaceful Week filled with peace and love.
He it is who puts his enchantment upon these eyes and joyfully
plays on the chords of my heart in varied cadence of pleasure and pain.*
*Rabindranath Tagore
Gitanjali 37
The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day
runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.
It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth
in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves
of leaves and flowers.
It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death,
in ebb and in flow.
I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life.
And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood
this moment.
"Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill."
Rabindranath Tagore, Gitanjali
Distant Time
I know not from what distant time
thou art ever coming nearer to meet me.
Thy sun and stars can never
keep thee hidden from me for aye.
In many a morning and eve
thy footsteps have been heard
and thy messenger has come
within my heart
and called me in secret.
I know not only why today
my life is all astir,
and a feeling of tremulous joy
is passing through my heart.
It is as if the time were come
to wind up my work,
and I feel in the air a faint smell
of thy sweet presence.
GITANJALI
The song offering
Rabindranath Tagore
Rabindranath Tagore (1861 – 1941) is best known as a poet a bengali( Indian), and in 1913 was the first non-European writer to be awarded the Nobel Prize for a notable work of poetry called Gitanjali: Song Offerings (Macmillan, 1912), for which he received the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1913.. He was a school dropout as he felt stifled within the classroom and found himself unable to think and felt claustrophobic within the four walls of a classroom."
Rabindranath Tagore toured Java in the year 1927 accompanied by eminent architect Surendra Nath Kar. Later, when Tagore decided to establish another house at 'Uttarayan' complex, Surendra Nath applied the architectural form of Java on that house and Tagore's son Rathindra Nath took the whole charge of construction of that house. Japanese artist Kono Shuson decorated this house. Tagore named it "UDAYAN". The construction work went till the year 1938.
Udayan is the most imposing house in the Uttarayan complex. It is meant for important guests visiting Santiniketan. Each suite in Udayan is on a different level which gives this house its individuality. In 2013, Visva Bharati opened a museum Guha Ghar, in the Uttarayan complex, in memory of Rathindranath Tagore.
Early morning departure:12859 CSTM-HWH Gitanjali S/F Express departs from pf#1 of NGP around 12 hours late with its customary SRC WAP-4 # 22373 taking charge
The legendary 2860 Howrah Mumbai Cst Gitanjali Express passes through a sharp curve near Padli station in the fading evening light. The loco in charge is the SRC WAP-4# 22329 and the livery just looks great. This location is exactly 156kms from Mumbai Cst and 18kms from Igatpuri station.
Image taken by Arzan Kotval. Email id is arzankotval2002@yahoo.com
"Lotus"
On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying,
and I knew it not. My basket was empty and the flower remained unheeded.
Only now and again a sadness fell upon me, and I started up from my
dream and felt a sweet trace of a strange fragrance in the south wind.
That vague sweetness made my heart ache with longing and it seemed to
me that it was the eager breath of the summer seeking for its completion.
I knew not then that it was so near, that it was mine, and that this perfect sweetness had blossomed in the depth of my own heart.
-Rabindranath Tagore, Gitanjali
2860 Up Howrah-Mumbai CST Gitanjali Express with SRC WAP-4#22645 waiting for the starter at platform no 21 of Howrah.
2858 Down Digha-Howrah Tamralipta Superfast Express behind KGP WDM-3A#16112 R entering platform no 18 of Howrah.The other train is the empty rake of 2859 Down Mumbai CST-Howrah Gitanjali Express.
KGP WDM-3A#16463R (GM Type DBR fitted at the other end) is ready to return the empty rake of 2859 Down Mumbai CST-Howrah Gitanjali Express.
KGP WDM-3A#16138R resting at Howrah after pulling empty rake of 2860 Up Howrah-Mumbai CST Gitanjali Express.
The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.
It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.
It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death, in ebb and in flow.
I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life. And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.
This poem is from Tagore’s Gitanjali. It is simply titled “Praan” which means “life” in Bengali. The English translation is by Tagore himself.
SRC WAP-4 # 22639 brings a half an hr late running 2860 Howrah Mumbai Gitanjali express to Nasik Road. Oct 20, 2008.
It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth
in numberless blades of grass
and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers*
*Rabindranath Tagore (Gitanjali)
Under thy great sky in solitude and silence, with humble heart shall I stand before thee face to face.
I know thee as my God and stand apart - I do not know thee as my own and come closer.
I know thee as my father and bow before thy feet- I do not grasp thy hand as my friend's.
I stand not where thou comest down and ownest thyself as mine,
There to clasp thee to my heart and take thee as my comrade.
Rabindranath Tagore (Nobel Laureate Indian Poet 1864-1940) 'Gitanjali'
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A Painting from my 'Tagore Series' 48"x36"
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Chincoteague Island, Virginia
Nikon D90, Nikkor 20mm f/1.8 AF-S
"The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures. It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers." ~ Radindranath Tagore, Gitanjali
April, 22nd
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The same stream of life that runs through my veins
night and day runs through the world and dances
in rhythmic measures.
It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust
of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks
into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.
It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle
of birth and of death, in ebb and in flow.
I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world
of life. And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing
in my blood this moment.
~Rabindranath Tagore, Gitanjali
Thy sunbeam comes upon this earth of mine with arms outstretched and stands at my door the livelong day to carry back to thy feet clouds made of my tears and sighs and songs.
With fond delight thou wrappest about thy starry breast that mantle of misty cloud, turning it into numberless shapes and folds and colouring it with hues everchanging.
It is so light and so fleeting, tender and tearful and dark, that is why thou lovest it,
O thou spotless and serene. And that is why it may cover thy awful white light with its pathetic shadows.
-Rabindranath Tagore (Nobel Laureate Indian Poet 1867-1940) : Gitanjali
"Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.
This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.
At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.
Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill."
~~~ Rabindranath Tagore
[ The first poem of "Gitanjali", the Nobel awarded collection of Tagore ]
Garhwal Himalayas, India.
12860 Howrah Mumbai CST Gitanjali SF Express led by Santragachi (SRC) WAP 4 #22637 goes Berserk through ever beautiful Khirai (KHAI) & rushes towards first halt Kharagpur Junction (KGP) ! Also notice in distance a Kharagpur Junction bound all stop commuter local train gives a halt at Khirai station !
Location : Khirai (KHAI), South Eastern Railway, West Bengal.
Date : 21st December, 2016.
Gitanjali (Song VI)
Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not! I fear lest it
droop and drop into the dust.
I may not find a place in thy garland, but honour it with a touch of
pain from thy hand and pluck it. I fear lest the day end before I am
aware, and the time of offering go by.
Though its colour be not deep and its smell be faint, use this flower
in thy service and pluck it while there is time.
- Rabindranath Tagore
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Tagore was a great humanist, poet, writer, painter, musician, novelist, dramatist, educationist and first Asian to receive Nobel Prize (1913).
Moments Indulgence
I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side.
The works that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.
Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite,
and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.
Today the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs;
and the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove.
Now it is time to sit quite, face to face with thee, and to sing
dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.
GITANJALI
The Offering songs
Rabindranath Tagore
Un hermoso amanecer en Buenos Aires... día de descanso para muchos de ustedes. Así que hoy, bajo un poco mis revoluciones. Llegar a jueves funcionando mentalmente... es toda una ciencia últimamente. Me adhiero al feriado...
CUENTOS ELEGIDOS de Ofrenda Lírica (Gitanjali), 5 (Rabindranath Tagore)
Sé indulgente conmigo un momento y déjame sentarme a tu lado, que luego terminaré lo que estoy haciendo.
Mi corazón, si no te ve, no tiene sosiego, y mi trabajo es como un afán infinito en un fatigoso mar sin playas.
El verano ha venido hoy a mi ventana, zumbando y suspirando, y han venido las abejas, trovadores en la corte del bosque florecido.
Es el tiempo de sentarse quieto frente a ti, el tiempo de cantarte, en un ocio mudo y rebosante, la ofrenda de mi vida.
RABINDRANATH TAGORE nacido el 7 de mayo de 1861 y muerto el 7 de agosto de 1941, fue un poeta bengalí, filósofo del movimiento Brahmo Samaj (posteriormente convertido al hinduísmo), artista, dramaturgo, músico, novelista y autor de canciones que fue premiado con el Premio Nobel de Literatura en 1913, convirtiéndose en el primer asiático laureado con este reconocimiento.
Tagore, también conocido como Gurudev, revolucionó la literatura bengalí con obras tales como El hogar y el mundo y Gitanjali. Fue también un reformador cultural y un polimata que modernizó el arte bengalí desafiando las severas críticas que hasta entonces lo vinculaban a unas formas clasicistas. Dos de sus canciones son ahora los himnos nacionales de Bangladesh e India: el Amar Shonar Bangla y el Jana Gana Mana.
Para escuchar, dos temas de Eduardo Laguillo, En el Santuario de los Cinco Alientos y Regreso a Pleione.
Espero que disfruten...
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¡BESOTES DESDE ARGENTINA!!!
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“The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.
It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.
It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death, in ebb and in flow.
I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life.
And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.”
(RABINDRANATH TAGORE - from Gitanjali)
This young man was bathing nearby Nepali ghat along the Ganges in Varanasi (Benaras) the Eternal city.
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What divine drink wouldst thou have, my God, from this overflowing cup of my life?
My poet, is it thy delight to see thy creation through my eyes and to stand at the
portals of my ears silently to listen to thine own eternal harmony?
Thy world is weaving words in my mind and thy joy is adding music to them.
Thou givest thyself to me in love and then feelest thine own entire sweetness in me.
GITANJALI
The offering songs
Rabindranath Tagore
22634 SRC WAP4 hauled HWH CSTM Gitanjali Express makes a beautiful Curve in a peaceful and cool evening
In desperate hope I go and search for her
in all the corners of my room; I find her not.
My house is small and what once has gone from it
can never be regained.
But infinite is thy mansion, my lord,
and seeking her I have to come to thy door.
I stand under the golden canopy of thine evening sky
and I lift my eager eyes to thy face.
I have come to the brink of eternity
from which nothing can vanish --
no hope, no happiness,
no vision of a face seen through tears.
Oh, dip my emptied life into that ocean,
plunge it into the deepest fullness.
Let me for once feel
that lost sweet touch in the allness of the universe.
ohne Titel, aus Gitanjali, Nr. 87
Rabindranath Thakur
Ah, the light dances...
The butterflies spread their sails on the sea of light...
Mirth spreads from leaf to leaf and gladness without measure.
Rabindranath Tagore, Gitanjali
Gauri Sharma Tripathi, Shashank Tripathi, Gitanjali Banerjee Bhattacharya, Shishir Dhulla and Kaustav Bhattacharya