Poems of Rabindranath Tagore
|208.||We Are To Play The Game Of Death||3/23/2010|
|209.||When and Why||1/1/2004|
|210.||When Day Is Done||1/1/2004|
|211.||When I Go Alone At Night||3/23/2010|
|212.||When The Two Sisters Go To Fetch Water||3/23/2010|
|213.||Where Shadow Chases Light||1/1/2004|
|214.||Where The Mind Is Without Fear||1/1/2004|
|215.||Who Is This||1/1/2004|
The time that my journey takes is long and the way of it long.
I came out on the chariot of the first gleam of light, and pursued my
voyage through the wildernesses of worlds leaving my track on many a star and planet.
It is the most distant course that comes nearest to thyself,
and that training is the most intricate which leads to the utter simplicity of a tune.
The traveler has to knock at every alien door to come to his own,