Rabindranath Tagore

[Gurudev] (7 May 1861 – 7 August 1941 / Calcutta (Kolkata), Bengal Presidency / British India)

Rabindranath Tagore Poems

1. Stray Birds 51 - 60 3/23/2010
2. The Gardener Lxxix: I Often Wonder 3/29/2010
3. Stray Birds 81 - 90 3/23/2010
4. Stray Birds 71 - 80 3/23/2010
5. Stray Birds 21- 30 3/23/2010
6. The Merchant 3/23/2010
7. Stray Birds 41 - 50 3/23/2010
8. Stray Birds 81 - 90 3/23/2010
9. The Gardener Xxix: Speak To Me My Love 3/29/2010
10. The Gardener Xlii: O Mad, Superbly Drunk 1/1/2004
11. The Golden Boat 3/23/2010
12. Stray Birds 91 - 99 3/23/2010
13. Unyielding 3/29/2010
14. Stray Birds 31 - 40 3/23/2010
15. I Cast My Net Into The Sea 3/23/2010
16. Stray Birds 61 - 70 3/23/2010
17. The Gardener Lxxvi: The Fair Was On 1/1/2004
18. I Found A Few Old Letters 3/23/2010
19. The Gardener Lxix: I Hunt For The Golden Stag 1/1/2004
20. From Afar 3/23/2010
21. Lord Of My Life 3/23/2010
22. The Gardener Xliv: Reverend Sir, Forgive 1/1/2004
23. Stray Birds 1 - 10 3/23/2010
24. The Gardener Xvi: Hands Cling To Eyes 1/1/2004
25. The Gardener Xxvi: What Comes From Your Willing Hands 1/1/2004
26. Lamp Of Love 3/23/2010
27. The Gardener Lxxxiii: She Dwelt On The Hillside 1/1/2004
28. Maran-Milan (Death-Wedding) 3/23/2010
29. When The Two Sisters Go To Fetch Water 3/23/2010
30. The Gardener Xlviii: Free Me 1/1/2004
31. In The Dusky Path Of A Dream 3/23/2010
32. When I Go Alone At Night 3/23/2010
33. We Are To Play The Game Of Death 3/23/2010
34. The Gardener Lxxv: At Midnight 1/1/2004
35. The Gardener Xix: You Walked 1/1/2004
36. Krishnakali 3/23/2010
37. The Gardener Xx: Day After Day He Comes 1/1/2004
38. The Gardener Xxi: Why Did He Choose 1/1/2004
39. The Gardener Li: Then Finish The Last Song 1/1/2004
40. The Gardener X: Let Your Work Be, Bride 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Rabindranath Tagore

Where The Mind Is Without Fear

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake

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Little Of Me

Let only that little be left of me
whereby I may name thee my all.

Let only that little be left of my will
whereby I may feel thee on every side,
and come to thee in everything,
and offer to thee my love every moment.

Let only that little be left of me

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