Rabindranath Tagore Poems written (By) Hindi Language on Nature for Kids: Rabindranath Tagore’s poems are much respected and loved all over the world since humanity and its rich values always represents the creativity. The holistic approach to life is also a theme and every line of poem is worth to human uplift and self awareness and Geethanjali for which Nobel prize won is will be popular as long as literary works are there. This poem in its lines gives the positive emotions to the relation between a little child and the great poet wishes to have a quite corner in the heart of the baby and also the interesting aspect of little ones mindset with respect to nature, the cloud rainbows and everything attracts the little mind. agore’s famous poem narrates about the time and its limitations but the infinity of time in the hands of the all powerful lord whose blessings the time allotted and cycle of births and deaths goes on. Every second of time is precious and man’s destiny is to live using the very precious time with values and innerawakening
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Baby’s World – Poem by Rabindranath Tagore
I wish I could take a quiet corner in the heart of my baby’s very
own world.
I know it has stars that talk to him, and a sky that stoops
down to his face to amuse him with its silly clouds and rainbows.
Those who make believe to be dumb, and look as if they never
could move, come creeping to his window with their stories and with
trays crowded with bright toys.
I wish I could travel by the road that crosses baby’s mind,
and out beyond all bounds;
Where messengers run errands for no cause between the kingdoms
of kings of no history;
Where Reason makes kites of her laws and flies them, the Truth
sets Fact free from its fetters.
Rabindranath Tagore
Rabindranath Tagore Poems written (By) Hindi Language on Nature for Kids
Face To Face – Poem by Rabindranath Tagore
Day after day, O lord of my life,
shall I stand before thee face to face.
With folded hands, O lord of all worlds,
shall I stand before thee face to face.
Under thy great sky in solitude and silence,
with humble heart shall I stand before thee face to face.
In this laborious world of thine, tumultuous with toil
and with struggle, among hurrying crowds
shall I stand before thee face to face.
And when my work shall be done in this world,
O King of kings, alone and speechless
shall I stand before thee face to face.
Rabindranath Tagore
Where The Mind Is Without Fear – Poem by Rabindranath Tagore
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake
Rabindranath Tagore
A Moments Indulgence – Poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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.
Today 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 quite, face to face with thee, and to sing
dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.
Rabindranath Tagore
Clouds And Waves – Poem by Rabindranath Tagore
Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me-
“We play from the time we wake till the day ends.
We play with the golden dawn, we play with the silver moon.”
I ask, “But how am I to get up to you ?”
They answer, “Come to the edge of the earth, lift up your
hands to the sky, and you will be taken up into the clouds.”
“My mother is waiting for me at home, “I say, “How can I leave
her and come?”
Then they smile and float away.
But I know a nicer game than that, mother.
I shall be the cloud and you the moon.
I shall cover you with both my hands, and our house-top will
be the blue sky.
The folk who live in the waves call out to me-
“We sing from morning till night; on and on we travel and know
not where we pass.”
I ask, “But how am I to join you?”
They tell me, “Come to the edge of the shore and stand with
your eyes tight shut, and you will be carried out upon the waves.”
I say, “My mother always wants me at home in the everything-
how can I leave her and go?”
They smile, dance and pass by.
But I know a better game than that.
I will be the waves and you will be a strange shore.
I shall roll on and on and on, and break upon your lap with
laughter.
And no one in the world will know where we both are.
Rabindranath Tagore
Baby’s World – Poem by Rabindranath Tagore
I wish I could take a quiet corner in the heart of my baby’s very
own world.
I know it has stars that talk to him, and a sky that stoops
down to his face to amuse him with its silly clouds and rainbows.
Those who make believe to be dumb, and look as if they never
could move, come creeping to his window with their stories and with
trays crowded with bright toys.
I wish I could travel by the road that crosses baby’s mind,
and out beyond all bounds;
Where messengers run errands for no cause between the kingdoms
of kings of no history;
Where Reason makes kites of her laws and flies them, the Truth
sets Fact free from its fetters.
Rabindranath Tagore
Endless Time – Poem by Rabindranath Tagore
Time is endless in thy hands, my lord.
There is none to count thy minutes.
Days and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers.
Thou knowest how to wait.
Thy centuries follow each other perfecting a small wild flower.
We have no time to lose,
and having no time we must scramble for a chance.
We are too poor to be late.
And thus it is that time goes by
while I give it to every querulous man who claims it,
and thine altar is empty of all offerings to the last.
At the end of the day I hasten in fear lest thy gate be shut;
but I find that yet there is time.
Rabindranath Tagore
Chain Of Pearls – Poem by Rabindranath Tagore
Mother, I shall weave a chain of pearls for thy neck
with my tears of sorrow.
The stars have wrought their anklets of light to deck thy feet,
but mine will hang upon thy breast.
Wealth and fame come from thee
and it is for thee to give or to withhold them.
But this my sorrow is absolutely mine own,
and when I bring it to thee as my offering
thou rewardest me with thy grace.
Rabindranath Tagore
Closed Path – Poem by Rabindranath Tagore
I thought that my voyage had come to its end
at the last limit of my power,—that the path before me was closed,
that provisions were exhausted
and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity.
But I find that thy will knows no end in me.
And when old words die out on the tongue,
new melodies break forth from the heart;
and where the old tracks are lost,
new country is revealed with its wonders.
Rabindranath Tagore
Prisoner Rabindranath Tagore Poem in English
‘Prisoner, tell me, who was it that bound you?’
‘It was my master,’ said the prisoner.
‘I thought I could outdo everybody in the world in wealth and power,
and I amassed in my own treasure-house the money due to my king.
When sleep overcame me I lay upon the bed that was for my lord,
and on waking up I found I was a prisoner in my own treasure-house.’
‘Prisoner, tell me, who was it that wrought this unbreakable chain?’
It was I,’ said the prisoner, who forged this chain very carefully.
I thought my invincible power would hold the world captive
leaving me in a freedom undisturbed.
Thus night and day I worked at the chain
with huge fires and cruel hard strokes.
When at last the work was done
and the links were complete and unbreakable,
I found that it held me in its grip.’
Rabindranath Tagore
Rabindranath Tagore Poems PDF written (By) Hindi Language on Nature for Kids
Rabindranath Tagore Poems written (By) Hindi Language on Nature for Kids
When Day Is Done
If the day is done,
if birds sing no more,
if the wind has flagged tired,
then draw the veil of darkness thick upon me,
even as thou hast wrapt the earth with the coverlet of sleep
and tenderly closed the petals of the drooping lotus at dusk.
From the traveler,
whose sack of provisions is empty before the voyage is ended,
whose garment is torn and dust-laden,
whose strength is exhausted,
remove shame and poverty,
and renew his life like a flower under the cover of thy kindly night
Song Unsung
The song that 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.
The blossom has not opened; only the wind is sighing by.
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.
The livelong day has passed in spreading his seat on the floor;
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 Poem Mind Without Fear
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broken up
into fragments by narrow domestic walls;
Where words come out from the depth of truth;
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;
Where the clear stream of reason
has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action –
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.
Rabindranath Tagore Poem in Hindi
बहुत वासनाओं पर मन से हाय, रहा मर,
तुमने बचा लिया मुझको उनसे वंचित कर ।
संचित यह करुणा कठोर मेरा जीवन भर।
अनमाँगे जो मुझे दिया है
जोत गगन तन प्राण हिया है
दिन-दिन मुझे बनाते हो उस
महादान के लिए योग्यतर
अति-इच्छा के संकट से
मुझको उबार कर।
कभी भूल हो जाती चलता किंतु भी तो
तुम्हें बनाकर लक्ष्य उसी की एक लीक धर;
निठुर! सामने से जाते हो तुम जो हट पर।
है मालूम दया ही यह तो,
अपनाने को ठुकराते हो,
अपने मिलन योग्य कर लोगे
इस जीवन को बना पूर्णतर
इस आधी इच्छा के
संकट से उबार कर।
-रवीन्द्रनाथ टैगोर
Rabindranath Tagore short poem in english -Fool
O Fool, try to carry thyself upon thy own shoulders!
O beggar, to come beg at thy own door!
Leave all thy burdens on his hands who can bear all,
and never look behind in regret.
Thy desire at once puts out the light from the lamp it touches with its breath.
It is unholy – take not thy gifts through its unclean hands.
Accept only what is offered by sacred love.
Rabindranath Tagore
Rabindranath Tagore poem on nature
Little Flute
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.
Rabindranath Tagore
Rabindranath Tagore poems for kids in hindi
तेरा आह्वान सुन कोई ना आए, तो तू चल अकेला,
चल अकेला, चल अकेला, चल तू अकेला!
तेरा आह्वान सुन कोई ना आए, तो चल तू अकेला,
जब सबके मुंह पे पाश..
ओरे ओरे ओ अभागी! सबके मुंह पे पाश,
हर कोई मुंह मोड़के बैठे, हर कोई डर जाय!
तब भी तू दिल खोलके, अरे! जोश में आकर,
मनका गाना गूंज तू अकेला!
जब हर कोई वापस जाय..
ओरे ओरे ओ अभागी! हर कोई बापस जाय..
कानन-कूचकी बेला पर सब कोने में छिप जाय…
– रवीन्द्रनाथ ठाकुर
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Poem by Rabindranath Tagore
Rabindranath Tagore short poem in English for kids
Boat
I must launch out my boat.
The languid hours pass by on the
shore – Alas for me!
The spring has done its flowering and taken leave.
And now with the burden of faded futile flowers I wait and linger.
The waves have become clamorous, and upon the bank in the shady lane
the yellow leaves flutter and fall.
What emptiness do you gaze upon!
Do you not feel a thrill passing through the air
with the notes of the far-away song
floating from the other shore?
Hindi Rabindranath Tagore Songs
यहाँ रवीन्द्रनाथ ठाकुर की रचना “मेघदूत’ के आठवें पद का हिंदी भावानुवाद (अनुवादक केदारनाथ अग्रवाल) दे रहे हैं। देखने में आया है कि कुछ लोगो ने इसे केदारनाथ अग्रवाल की रचना के रूप में प्रकाशित किया है लेकिन केदारनाथ अग्रवाल जी ने स्वयं अपनी पुस्तक ‘देश-देश की कविताएँ’ के पृष्ठ 215 पर नीचे इस विषय में टिप्पणी दी है।
दिन अँधेरा-मेघ झरते,
खल पवन के, आक्रमण से
वन दुखी बाहें उठाए
रोर हाहाकार करता
चपल चपला जलद पट को
छिन्न करके झाँकती है
हास बंकिम हृदयभेदी
शून्य से भू पर बरसता।
– रवीन्द्रनाथ ठाकुर
Friend
Art thou abroad on this stormy night
on thy journey of love, my friend?
The sky groans like one in despair.
I have no sleep tonight.
Ever and again I open my door and look out on
the darkness, my friend!
I can see nothing before me.
I wonder where lies thy path!
By what dim shore of the ink-black river,
by what far edge of the frowning forest,
through what mazy depth of gloom art thou threading
thy course to come to me, my friend?
विकसित करो हमारा अंतर
अंतरतर हे !
उज्ज्वल करो, करो निर्मल, कर दो सुन्दर हे !
जाग्रत करो, करो उद्यत, निर्भय कर दो हे !
मंगल करो, करो निरलस, निसंशय कर हे !
विकसित करो हमारा अंतर
अंतरतर हे !
युक्त करो हे सबसे मुझको, बाधामुक्त करो,
सकल कर्म में सौम्य शांतिमय अपने छंद भरो
चरण-कमल में इस चित को दो निस्पंदित कर हे !
नंदित करो, करो प्रभु नंदित, दो नंदित कर हे !
विकसित करो हमारा अंतर
अंतरतर हे !
Flower
Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not! I fear lest it
droop and drop into the dust.
I may not find a place in thy garland, but honour it with a touch of
pain from thy hand and pluck it. I fear lest the day end before I am
aware, and the time of offering go by.
Though its colour be not deep and its smell be faint, use this flower
in thy service and pluck it while there is time.
विपदाओं से मुझे बचाओ, यह न प्रार्थना,
विपदाओं का मुझे न होवे भय ।
दुःख से दुखे हृदय को चाहे न दो सांत्वना,
दुःखों जिसमें कर पाऊँ जय ।
जो सहाय का जुटे न संबल
टूट न जाये पर अपना बल
क्षति जो घटे जगत् में केवल मिले वंचना,
अपने मन में मानूं किन्तु न क्षय ।
मेरा त्राण करो तुम मेरी यह न प्रार्थना,
तरने का बल कर पाऊँ संचय ।
मेरा भार घटा कर चाहे न दो सांत्वना,
ढो पाऊँ इतना तो हो निश्चय ।
शीश झुकाये जब आये सुख
लँ मैं चीन्ह तुम्हारा ही मुख
निखिल धरा जिस दिन दुख-निशि में करे वंचना
तुम पर करूँ न मैं कोई संशय ।
-रवीन्द्रनाथ टैगोर
Journey Home
Rabindranath Tagore poem
The time that my journey takes is long and the way of it long.
I came out on the chariot of the first gleam of light, and pursued my
voyage through the wildernesses of worlds leaving my track on many a star and planet.
It is the most distant course that comes nearest to thyself,
and that training is the most intricate which leads to the utter simplicity of a tune.
The traveler has to knock at every alien door to come to his own,
and one has to wander through all the outer worlds to reach the innermost shrine at the end.
My eyes strayed far and wide before I shut them and said ‘Here art thou!’
The question and the cry ‘Oh, where?’ melt into tears of a thousand
streams and deluge the world with the flood of the assurance ‘I am!’
Rabindranath Tagore poems
Lotus
On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying,
and I knew it not. My basket was empty and the flower remained unheeded.
Only now and again a sadness fell upon me, and I started up from my
dream and felt a sweet trace of a strange fragrance in the south wind.
That vague sweetness made my heart ache with longing and it seemed to
me that is was the eager breath of the summer seeking for its completion.
I knew not then that it was so near, that it was mine, and that this
perfect sweetness had blossomed in the depth of my own heart.
हुत वासनाओं पर मन से हाय, रहा मर,
तुमने बचा लिया मुझको उनसे वंचित कर ।
संचित यह करुणा कठोर मेरा जीवन भर।
अनमाँगे जो मुझे दिया है
जोत गगन तन प्राण हिया है
चीन्हे किए अचीन्हे कितने
घर कितने ही घर को;
किया दूर को निकट, बंधु,
अपने भाई-सा पर को।
छोड़ निवास पुराना जब मैं जाता
जानें क्या हो, यही सोच घबराता,
किन्तु पुरातन तुम हो नित नूतन में
यही सत्य मैं जाता बिसर-बिसर जो ।
किया दूर को निकट, बंधु,
अपने भाई-सा पर को।
जीवन और मरण में निखिल भुवन में
जब भी, जहां कहीं भी अपना लोगे,
जनम-जनम के ऐ जाने-पहचाने,
तुम्ही मुझे सबसे परिचित कर दोगे ।
तुम्हें जान लूं तो न रहे कोई पर,
मना न कोई और नहीं कोई डर-
तुम सबके सम्मिलित रूप में जागे
मुझे तुम्हारा दरस सदा प्रभुवर हो ।
किया दूर को निकट, बंधु,
अपने भाई-सा पर को ।
-रवीन्द्रनाथ टैगोर
साभार – गीतांजलि, भारती भाषा प्रकाशन (1979 संस्करण), दिल्ली
अनुवादक – हंसकुमार तिवारी
Geetanjli by Rabindranath Tagore
Sleep
In the night of weariness
let me give myself up to sleep without struggle,
resting my trust upon thee.
Let me not force my flagging spirit into a poor preparation for thy worship.
It is thou who drawest the veil of night upon the tired eyes of the day
to renew its sight in a fresher gladness of awakening.
बहुत वासनाओं पर मन से हाय, रहा मर,
तुमने बचा लिया मुझको उनसे वंचित कर ।
संचित यह करुणा कठोर मेरा जीवन भर।
अनमाँगे जो मुझे दिया है
जोत गगन तन प्राण हिया है
दिन-दिन मुझे बनाते हो उस
महादान के लिए योग्यतर
अति-इच्छा के संकट से
मुझको उबार कर।
कभी भूल हो जाती चलता किंतु भी तो
तुम्हें बनाकर लक्ष्य उसी की एक लीक धर;
निठुर! सामने से जाते हो तुम जो हट पर।
है मालूम दया ही यह तो,
अपनाने को ठुकराते हो,
अपने मिलन योग्य कर लोगे
इस जीवन को बना पूर्णतर
इस आधी इच्छा के
संकट से उबार कर।
-रवीन्द्रनाथ टैगोर
Who is This?
I came out alone on my way to my tryst.
But who is this that follows me in the silent dark?
I move aside to avoid his presence but I escape him not.
He makes the dust rise from the earth with his swagger;
he adds his loud voice to every word that I utter.
He is my own little self, my lord, he knows no shame;
but I am ashamed to come to thy door in his company.
बहुत वासनाओं पर मन से | गीतांजलि – रबीन्द्रनाथ टैगोर | Rabindranath Tagore
बहुत वासनाओं पर मन से हाय, रहा मर,
तुमने बचा लिया मुझको उनसे वंचित कर ।
संचित यह करुणा कठोर मेरा जीवन भर।
Little of Me
Let only that little be left of me
whereby I may name thee my all.
Let only that little be left of my will
whereby I may feel thee on every side,
and come to thee in everything,
and offer to thee my love every moment.
Let only that little be left of me
whereby I may never hide thee.
Let only that little of my fetters be left
whereby I am bound with thy will,
and thy purpose is carried out in my life—and that is the fetter of thy love.
Author:रबीन्द्रनाथ टैगोर | Rabindranath Tagore
मेरा शीश नवा दो अपनी
चरण-धूल के तल में।
देव! डुबा दो अहंकार सब
मेरे आँसू-जल में।
अपने को गौरव देने को
अपमानित करता अपने को,
घेर स्वयं को घूम-घूम कर
मरता हूं पल-पल में।
देव! डुबा दो अहंकार सब
मेरे आँसू-जल में।
अपने कामों में न करूं मैं
आत्म-प्रचार प्रभो;
अपनी ही इच्छा मेरे
जीवन में पूर्ण करो।
मुझको अपनी चरम शांति दो
प्राणों में वह परम कांति हो
आप खड़े हो मुझे ओट दें
हृदय-कमल के दल में।
देव! डुबा दो अहंकार सब
मेरे आँसू-जल में।
-रवीन्द्रनाथ टैगोर
साभार – गीतांजलि, भारती भाषा प्रकाशन (1979 संस्करण), दिल्ली
अनुवादक – हंसकुमार तिवारी
Closed Path
I thought that my voyage had come to its end
at the last limit of my power, – that the path before me was closed,
that provisions were exhausted
and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity.
But I find that thy will knows no end in me.
And when old words die out on the tongue,
new melodies break forth from the heart;
and where the old tracks are lost,
new country is revealed with its wonders.
तेरा आह्वान सुन कोई ना आए, तो तू चल अकेला,
चल अकेला, चल अकेला, चल तू अकेला!
तेरा आह्वान सुन कोई ना आए, तो चल तू अकेला,
जब सबके मुंह पे पाश..
ओरे ओरे ओ अभागी! सबके मुंह पे पाश,
हर कोई मुंह मोड़के बैठे, हर कोई डर जाय!
तब भी तू दिल खोलके, अरे! जोश में आकर,
मनका गाना गूंज तू अकेला!
जब हर कोई वापस जाय..
ओरे ओरे ओ अभागी! हर कोई बापस जाय..
कानन-कूचकी बेला पर सब कोने में छिप जाय…
– रवीन्द्रनाथ ठाकुर
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Poem by Rabindranath Tagore
Nice Rabindranath Tagore poem
Beggarly Heart
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.
Kids Rabindranath Tagore poem
Silent Steps
Have you not heard his silent steps?
He comes, comes, ever comes.
Every moment and every age,
every day and every night he comes, comes, ever comes.
Many a song have I sung in many a mood of mind,
but all their notes have always proclaimed,
‘He comes, comes, ever comes.’
In the fragrant days of sunny April through the forest path he comes,
comes, ever comes.
In the rainy gloom of July nights on the thundering chariot of clouds
he comes, comes, ever comes.
In sorrow after sorrow it is his steps that press upon my heart,
and it is the golden touch of his feet that makes my joy to shine.
Rabindranath Tagore poems list
Leave This
Leave this chanting and singing and telling of beads!
Whom dost thou worship in this lonely dark corner of a temple with doors all shut?
Open thine eyes and see thy God is not before thee!
He is there where the tiller is tilling the hard ground
and where the pathmaker is breaking stones.
He is with them in sun and in shower,
and his garment is covered with dust.
Put off thy holy mantle and even like him come down on the dusty soil!
Rabindranath Tagore poems for kids
Sit Smiling
I boasted among men that I had known you.
They see your pictures in all works of mine.
They come and ask me, ‘Who is he?’
I know not how to answer them. I say, ‘Indeed, I cannot tell.’
They blame me and they go away in scorn.
And you sit there smiling.
I put my tales of you into lasting songs.
The secret gushes out from my heart.
They come and ask me, ‘Tell me all your meanings.’
I know not how to answer them.
I say, ‘Ah, who knows what they mean!’
They smile and go away in utter scorn.
And you sit there smiling.
Ocean of Forms
I dive down into the depth of the ocean of forms,
hoping to gain the perfect pearl of the formless.
No more sailing from harbor to harbor with this my weather-beaten boat.
The days are long passed when my sport was to be tossed on waves.
And now I am eager to die into the deathless.
Into the audience hall by the fathomless abyss
where swells up the music of toneless strings
I shall take this harp of my life.
I shall tune it to the notes of forever,
and when it has sobbed out its last utterance,
lay down my silent harp at the feet of the silent.
Originally posted 2016-03-09 12:14:45.
