Tagore

Waters

Small truths are clear
truths unfathomable

Fodder

Man is grass;
make me a reed filled with music.

Bare

My soul has put off her adornments,
taking no pride in decoration.
Ornaments would come between us,
and their jingling mar our peace.

The dawn is dark

Faith is the soul’s defiance,
the bird that sings while the dawn is dark.