Poetry Samples By Tagore

Morning rowing  Calcutta, India

Poem's By Rabindranath Tagore

While God waits for His temple to be built of love,

         men bring stones.

He who does good comes to the temple gate,

         he who loves reaches the shrine.

Man discovers his own wealth

          when God comes to ask gifts of him.

Love is an endless mystery,

           for it has nothing else to explain it.

Love remains a secret even when spoken,

           for only a lover truly knows that he is loved.

The butterfly has leisure to love the lotus,

           not the bee busily storing honey.

True end is not in the reaching of the limit,

           but in a completion which is limitless.

Boathouse Calcutta, India