Dostum; kalbinin sırrını kendine saklama, Anlat bana!.. Usulca ve bana yalnızca. Nazlı nazlı gülümserken fısıldayıver kulağıma usulca. İnan ki kulaklarım değil; yüreğim duyacaktır bu sesi. Bak gece ıssız, evse sessiz. Ve kuş yuvalarında yalnızca uykular kanat çırpıyor. Anlat!.. Kararsız gözyaşlarınla; ürkek gülümsemelerinle. Anlat!.. Tatlı utancınla; pas tutan acılarınla; Anlat bana!.. Kalbinin sırrını bana anlat. Anlat.
Awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1913 "because of his profoundly sensitive, fresh and beautiful verse, by which, with consummate skill, he has made his poetic thought, expressed in his own English words, a part of the literature of the West."
Tagore modernised Bengali art by spurning rigid classical forms and resisting linguistic strictures. His novels, stories, songs, dance-dramas, and essays spoke to topics political and personal. Gitanjali (Song Offerings), Gora (Fair-Faced), and Ghare-Baire (The Home and the World) are his best-known works, and his verse, short stories, and novels were acclaimed—or panned—for their lyricism, colloquialism, naturalism, and unnatural contemplation. His compositions were chosen by two nations as national anthems: India's Jana Gana Mana and Bangladesh's Amar Shonar Bangla.
...Let Your love, like stars, shine in the darkness of my sleep and dawn in my awakening. ...
But mostly, this collection bores me silly. Tagore was awarded the Nobel for his writings in 1913, and I am not diminishing the importance of this accomplishment. But I can't stay awake while reading this! It's the style -- so passive.
Be still, my heart, these great trees are prayers.
I rediscovered Rabindranath Tagore, and I love his poems. This was a short collection of his poetry. I loved how religious they are - hopeful? Confident? in this existence of his God.
Notable ones were:
- Trees (just one line, reproduced above) - My Greetings (My Guide, I am a wayfarer on an endless road, my greetings of a wanderer to You.) - Hold My Hand (I love the repetition of "Hold My Hand", though I felt it could be emphasised more) - This is My Prayer: Give me the supreme confidence of love, this is my prayer - the confidence that belongs to life in death, to victory in defeat, to the power hidden in the frailest beauty, to that dignity in pain which accepts hurt but disdains to return it. - Time to Sit Quietly - The Rebel: Rebelliously, I put out the light in my house, and Your sky surprised me with its stars. - Not Altogether Lost (like "Hold My Hand", I liked the repetition). - The Solitary Wayfarer: You are the solitary wayfarer in this deserted street. Oh, my only Friend, my best Beloved, the gates are open in my house. Do not pass by like a dream. - The Grasp of Your Hand - The Fullness of Peace - The Stream of Life: I feel my limbs 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. - Tears of the Earth: We rejoice, O God, that the tears of the earth keep her smiles in bloom. - Let My Country Awake: Into that haven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake. - Worship: From the words of the poet, people take what meanings please them; yet their last meaning points to You.
If you think you can't appreciate the prayers of someone who practices a different faith than you do, think again. Tagore has a humility and insight that touches the heart.
This immensely valuable set of prayers have their own unique intimate trope. They lend real insight into the authors spirit and are strong evidence for why he deservedly was awarded the Nobel.
Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence? I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of the spring, one single streak of gold from yonder clouds. Open your doors and look abroad. From your blossoming garden gather fragrant memories of the vanished flowers of a hundred years before. In the joy of your heart may you feel the living joy that sang one spring morning, sending its glad voice across a hundred years.
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Fantastic. Spirituality at its finest. Tagore has discovered a treasure that all of us seek our whole lives - a relationship with the Divine; the God of the Universe. Beautifully woven with images of nature and humanity, this collection of poems will infuse wisdom and truth into your soul. Absolutely stunning.
I really wanted this book because I love the often-quoted poem by Tagore that begins, "It is for the union of you and me that there is light in the sky.." However, I hated the poems in this book. The language was not flowing, every single one was about "You," (God), and I just didn't find that they had universal appeal. I would love to know where the above poem is published.