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Hinduism

Stray Birds

Time is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth. 140 Truth in her dress finds facts too tight. In fiction she moves with ease. 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

Source: Internet Sacred Text Archive, file hin/tagore/strybrds.htm.

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