Our names are the light that glows on the sea waves at night and then dies without leaving its signature.
aphorism by Rabindranath Tagore from Stray Birds (1916), translated by Rabindranath Tagore
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Love! when you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand, I can see your face and know you as bliss.
aphorism by Rabindranath Tagore from Stray Birds (1916), translated by Rabindranath Tagore
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My flower of the day dropped its petals forgotten. In the evening it ripens into a golden fruit of memory.
aphorism by Rabindranath Tagore from Stray Birds (1916), translated by Rabindranath Tagore
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Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the afterglow of sunset at the margin of starry silence.
aphorism by Rabindranath Tagore from Stray Birds (1916), translated by Rabindranath Tagore
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Woman, when you move about in your household service your limbs sing like a hill stream among its pebbles.
aphorism by Rabindranath Tagore from Stray Birds (1916), translated by Rabindranath Tagore
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Your voice, my friend, wanders in my heart, like the muffled sound of the sea among these listening pines.
aphorism by Rabindranath Tagore from Stray Birds (1916), translated by Rabindranath Tagore
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Death's stamp gives value to the coin of life; making it possible to buy with life what is truly precious.
aphorism by Rabindranath Tagore from Stray Birds (1916), translated by Rabindranath Tagore
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The night's flower was late when the morning kissed her, she shivered and sighed and dropped to the ground.
aphorism by Rabindranath Tagore from Stray Birds (1916), translated by Rabindranath Tagore
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The prelude of the night is commenced in the music of the sunset, in its solemn hymn to the ineffable dark.
aphorism by Rabindranath Tagore from Stray Birds (1916), translated by Rabindranath Tagore
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The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
aphorism by Rabindranath Tagore from Stray Birds (1916), translated by Rabindranath Tagore
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