Happy Deepavali and some indian poems

Hi friends,

Since it is Deepavali tomorrow, share with all some poems by one of India's greatest poet, Rabindranath Tagore.

Rabindranath Tagore (1861 -- 1941), Indian novelist, playwright, poet, painter, composer, was one of the divine poets that have touched my heart. : )

In 1912, W.B. Yeats, an accomplished Irish poet, wrote in his introduction of Rabindranath Tagore that prose translations from Tagore had stirred his blood as nothing has for years.

"I have carried the manuscripts of these translations about with me for days , reading it in railway trains, or on top of the omnibuses and in the restaurants, and I have often had to close it lest some stranger would see how much it moved me. "

In 1913, Tagore became the first Indian to be awarded the Nobel prize for literature. The Novel prize committee had read Tagore's Gitanjali-"Song offerings" and unanimously agreed that one who produce this great inspirational masterpiece should be accolade with the highest honor.

Gitanjali , Song Offerings, a collection of over a hundred poems, covers the entire breathe of life's experience, from the quiet pleasure of observing the children at play to a mum's struggle with the Divine. It captures and expressed each sublime sendiments that every spiritual seeker experienced at one time or another.

Some Indians feel that to read one line from Gitanjali is to forget all the troubles in the world. : ) : )

Share with all some poems from this divine masterpiece.
Extracts from Gitanjali :
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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.

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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.

To-day 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 quiet, face to face with thee,
and to sing dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.

By Rabindranath Tagore

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It's time to close your eyes and utter a gentle prayer : )
Enjoy a sublime Deepavali, : ) : )

Cheers and with Best wishes,
Low ck

Sharing with all,
The Goodness in Life.


P.S. You may like to forward this mail to your indian friends : ) : )