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The poem draws parallels between the speaker and the beloved and other lovers throughout history, highlighting the universality of love's joys and sorrows. It culminates by presenting the present love as the culmination of all past loves, embodying the totality and eternality of human emotion. Like ( 399) 401 likes.
‘Unending Love’ by Rabindranath Tagore is a heartfelt poem about a speaker’s devotional love for his beloved (the creator or his lady love). Tagore’s poetic persona describes how his love merges with all the loves, past and forever.
Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain, its ancient tale of being apart or together. As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge, clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time: You become an image of what is remembered forever.
Unending Love. by Rabindranath Tagore. I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…. In life after life, in age after age, forever. My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
অনন্ত প্রেম. রবীন্দ্রনাথ ঠাকুর. কাব্যগ্রন্থ : মানসী. তোমারেই যেন ভালোবাসিয়াছি. শত রূপে শত বার. জনমে জনমে, যুগে যুগে অনিবার।. চিরকাল ...
The love of all man’s days both past and forever: Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life. The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours—
Unending love is a poem by Rabindranath Tagore, originally written in Bengali and titled Ananta Prem. It expresses similar thoughts about eternal love to poet Kālidāsa's Shakuntala, and works by Shelley and Keats.
"Unending Love" by Rabindranath Tagore is a profound and spiritually resonant poem that explores the timeless nature of love, its connection to the divine, and its ability to transcend temporal boundaries.
The love of all man’s days both past and forever: Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life. The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –
Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it’s age-old pain, It’s ancient tale of being apart or together. As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,