Rabindranath Tagore Quotes About Songs

Quotes about: Songs

• Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark. In effect, the people who change our lives the most begin to sing to us while we are still in darkness. If we listen to their song, we will see the dawning of a new part of ourselves.

  Rabindranath Tagore

  Song, Dark, Light

• When the heart is hard and parched up, come upon me with a shower of mercy. When grace is lost from life, come with a burst of song. When tumultuous work raises its din on all sides shutting me out from beyond, come to me, my lord of silence, with thy peace and rest. When my beggarly heart sits crouched, shut up in a corner, break open the door, my king, and come with the ceremony of a king. When desire blinds the mind with delusion and dust, O thou holy one, thou wakeful, come with thy light and thy thunder.

  Rabindranath Tagore

  Song, Kings, Heart

  Rabindranath Tagore (2005). “கீதாஞ்சலி: Kītāñcali”, p.83, Sura Books

• A message came from my youth of vanished days, saying, 'I wait for you among the quivering of unborn May, where smiles ripen for tears and hours ache with songs unsung.' It says, 'Come to me across the worn-out track of age, through the gates of death. For dreams fade, hopes fail, the fathered fruits of the year decay, but I am the eternal truth, and you shall meet me again and again in your voyage of life from shore to shore.

  Rabindranath Tagore

  Dream, Song, Years

  Rabindranath Tagore, “Lover's Gifts XL: A Message Came”

• My heart, the bird of the wilderness, has found its sky in your eyes. They are the cradle of the morning, they are the kingdom of the stars. My songs are lost in their depths. Let me but soar in that sky, in its lonely immensity. Let me but cleave its clouds and spread wings in its sunshine.

  Rabindranath Tagore

  Song, Lonely, Morning

  Rabindranath Tagore, Mohit Kumar Ray (2007). “Poems”, p.75, Atlantic Publishers & Dist

• Let it not be death but completeness. Let love melt into memory and pain into songs. Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest. Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night. Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence. I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light you on your way.

  Rabindranath Tagore

  Beautiful, Song, Pain

  Rabindranath Tagore (2004). “Tagore”, p.39, SkyLight Paths Publishing

• I have spent many days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung.

  Rabindranath Tagore

  Song, Procrastination, Instruments

• The song I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument. The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; only there is the agony of wishing in my heart . . .

  Rabindranath Tagore

  Song, Heart, Agony

  Rabindranath Tagore, William Radice (2011). “Gitanjali: Song Offerings”, p.176, Penguin Books India

• Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.

  Rabindranath Tagore

  Summer, Song, Fall

  Rabindranath Tagore, Mohit Kumar Ray (2007). “Poems”, p.397, Atlantic Publishers & Dist

• The singer alone does not make a song, there has to be someone who hears. -Broken Song

  Rabindranath Tagore

  Song, Broken, Doe

  Rabindranath Tagore (1986). “Selected poems”, Penguin (Non-Classics)

• The song I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument. The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; only there is the agony of wishing in my heart….. I have not seen his face, nor have I listened to his voice; only I have heard his gentle footsteps from the road before my house….. But the lamp has not been lit and I cannot ask him into my house; I live in the hope of meeting with him; but this meeting is not yet.

  Rabindranath Tagore

  Song, Heart, Agony

  Rabindranath Tagore, “Gitanjali”

• 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.

  Rabindranath Tagore

  Song, Morning, Flower

  Rabindranath Tagore (2013). “Gitanjali - Song Offerings”, p.19, Read Books Ltd

• To the birds you gave songs, the birds gave you songs in return. You gave me only a voice, yet asked for more, thus I sing.

  Rabindranath Tagore

  Song, Voice, Bird

  Rabindranath Tagore (1949). “Collected poems and plays of Rabindranath Tagore”

• The first flower that blossomed on this earth was an invitation to an unborn song.

  Rabindranath Tagore

  Song, Flower, Earth

• The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.

  Rabindranath Tagore

  Song, Kissing, World

  Rabindranath Tagore, Mohit Kumar Ray (2007). “Poems”, p.397, Atlantic Publishers & Dist

• The world has kissed my Soul with its pain, asking for its return in Songs.

  Rabindranath Tagore

  Song, Pain, Soul

  Rabindranath Tagore, Mohit Kumar Ray (2007). “Poems”, p.415, Atlantic Publishers & Dist

• Leave out my name from the gift if it be a burden, but keep my song.

  Rabindranath Tagore

  Song, Names, Burden

  Rabindranath Tagore, Mohit Kumar Ray (2007). “Poems”, p.586, Atlantic Publishers & Dist

• The speech of my heart will be carried on in murmurings of a song.

  Rabindranath Tagore

  Song, Heart, Speech

  Rabindranath Tagore, William Radice (2011). “Gitanjali: Song Offerings”, p.6, Penguin Books India

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