Patience by Rabindranath Tagore

Patience 
by Rabindranath Tagore


If thou speakest not I will fill my heart with thy silence and endure it.
I will keep still and wait like the night with starry vigil
and its head bent low with patience.

The morning will surely come, the darkness will vanish,
and thy voice pour down in golden streams breaking through the sky.

Then thy words will take wing in songs from every one of my birds' nests,
and thy melodies will break forth in flowers in all my forest groves.




Patience has it's own rewards. A link to read more is here. Photo is mine. http://allpoetry.com/Rabindranath_Tagore

("Sing the song of the moment...") By Rabindranath Tagore

(“Sing the song of the moment...”)

BY RABINDRANATH TAGORE

                                                      VII

Sing the song of the moment in careless carols, in the transient light of the day;

Sing of the fleeting smiles that vanish and never look back;

Sing of the flowers that bloom and fade without regret.

Weave not in memory’s thread the days that would glide into nights.

To the guests that must go bid God-speed, and wipe away all traces of their steps.

Let the moments end in moments with their cargo of fugitive songs.

With both hands snap the fetters you made with your own heart chords;

Take to your breast with a smile what is easy and simple and near.

Today is the festival of phantoms that know not when they die.         

Let your laughter flush in meaningless mirth like twinkles of light on the ripples;

Let your life lightly dance on the verge of Time like a dew on the tip of a leaf.

Strike in the chords of your harp the fitful murmurs of moments.

Moments are all we have, he says that so well here. A link to read more is here.http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/rabindranath-tagore