Stray Bird 141-160 Rabindranath Tagore

141 When I travelled to here and to there, I was tired of thee, O Road, but now when thou leadest me to everywhere I am wedded to thee in love.

142 Let me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.

143 Woman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.

144 One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years. It sings to me in the night,--"I loved you."

145 The flaming fire warns me off by its own glow. Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.

146 I have my stars in the sky, But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.

147 The dust of the dead words clings to thee. Wash thy soul with silence.

148 Gaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.

149 The world has opened its heart of light in the morning. Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.

150 My thoughts shimmer with these shimmering leaves and my heart sings with the touch of this sunlight; my life is glad to be floating with all things into the blue of space, into the dark of time.

151 God's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.

152 This is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress. I shall find them gathered in thee when I awake and shall be free.

153 "Who is there to take up my duties?" asked the setting sun.

"I shall do what I can, my Master," said the earthen lamp.

154 By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

155 Silence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.

156 The Great walks with the Small without fear. The Middling keeps aloof.

157 The night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.

158 Power takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.

159 When we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.

160 The raindrops kissed the earth and whispered,--"We are thy homesick children, other, come back to thee from the heaven."