Scented Quote of the Day, from Rabindranath Tagore:



The First Jasmines 

Ah, these jasmines, these white jasmines!
I seem to remember the first day when I filled my hands
with these jasmines, these white jasmines.

I have loved the sunlight, the sky and the green earth;
I have heard the liquid murmur of the river
through the darkness of midnight;
Autumn sunsets have come to me at the bend of the road
in the lonely waste, like a bride raising her veil
to accept her lover.
Yet my memory is still sweet with the first white jasmines
that I held in my hands when I was a child.

Many a glad day has come in my life,
and I have laughed with merrymakers on festival nights.

On grey mornings of rain
I have crooned many an idle song.

I have worn round my neck the evening wreath of
BAKULAS woven by the hand of love.

Yet my heart is sweet with the memory of the first fresh jasmines
that filled my hands when I was a child.


The Crescent Moon 

Note: The reference here is to jasmine sambac which is prevalent in India.

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  1. What a wonderful poem. Jasmine really is my dream scent, the one I search out in a Greenhouse, the one that comforts me. The poem is almost like Jasmine itself.

  2. I'm so glad you liked it.

    I absolutely adore the scent of fresh jasmine sambac. You can smell it on the streets of Bangkok and you can eat it in certain Southeast Asian desserts. An unforgettable experience.

    Mimi Froufrou

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