The world gave it the freedom of her house. 94 The mist is like the earth's desire. It hides the sun for whom she cries. 95 Be still, my heart, these great trees are prayers. 96 The noise of the moment scoffs at the music of the Eternal. 97 I think of other ages that floated upon the stream of life and love and death and are forgotten, and I feel the freedom of passing away. 98 The sadness of my soul is her bride's veil. It waits to be lifted in the night. 99 Death's stamp gives value to the coin of life; making it possible to buy with life what is truly precious. 100 The cloud stood humbly in a corner of the sky. The morning crowned it with splendour. 101 The dust receives insult and in return offers her flowers. 102 Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them, but walk on, for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way. 103 Roots are the branches down in the earth. Branches are roots in the air. 104 The music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn seeking its former nest. 105 Do not insult your friend by lending him merits from your own pocket. 106 The touch of the nameless days clings to my heart like mosses round the old tree. 107 The echo mocks her origin to prove she is the original. 108 God is ashamed when the prosperous boasts of His special favour. 109 I cast my own shadow upon my path, because I have a lamp that has not been lighted. 110 Man goes into the noisy crowd to drown his own clamour of
Source: Internet Sacred Text Archive, file hin/tagore/strybrds.htm.
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