I cannot choose the best. The best chooses me.
Rest belongs to work as the eyelids to the eyes.
O Beauty, find thyself in love, not in the flattery of thy mirror.
The trees, like the longings of the earth, stand a-tiptoe to peep at the heaven.
The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.
Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it.
We come nearest to the great when we are great in humility.
Never be afraid of the moments—thus sings the voice of the everlasting.
We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.
He who wants to do good knocks at the gate; he who loves finds the gate open.
The noise of the moment scoffs at the music of the Eternal.
The sun has his simple robe of light. The clouds are decked with gorgeousness.
The grass-blade is worthy of the great world where it grows.
If you shut your door to all errors, truth will be shut out.
Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction, she moves with ease.
When we rejoice in our fullness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.
The best does not come alone. It comes with the company of the all.
Timid thoughts, do not be afraid of me. I am a poet.
Find your beauty, my heart, from the world’s movement, like the boat that has the grace of the wind and the water.
I have suffered and despaired and known death and I am glad that I am in this great world.
The above short poems are taken from the collection Stray Birds (1916). They were originally written in Bengali by Rabindranath Tagore, before being translated into English by their author.