الذين يحبونني فى هذا العالم يبحثون بكل الوسائل لكي يشدوني اليهم وحبك اكبر منهم و لكنه لايصادر حريتي - Rabindranath Tagore

Poems On Time

The butterfly counts not months but moments,
and has time enough.

Time is a wealth of change,
but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.

Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time
like dew on the tip of a leaf.

I understand the voice of your stars and the silence of your trees.

Poems On Life:

Life is given to us,
we earn it by giving it.

Let the dead have the immortality of fame,
but the living the immortality of love.

Life's errors cry for the merciful beauty
that can modulate their isolation into a
harmony with the whole.

Life, like a child, laughs,
shaking its rattle of death as it runs.