Rabindranath Tagore

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

Rabindranath Tagore Poems

41. Stray Birds 1 - 10 3/23/2010
42. The Gardener Lv: It Was Mid-Day 1/1/2004
43. The Gardener Xlvi: You Left Me 1/1/2004
44. The Gardener Iv: Ah Me 1/1/2004
45. The Gardener Lxxxiv: Over The Green 1/1/2004
46. The Tame Bird Was In A Cage 3/23/2010
47. The Gardener Xi: Come As You Are 1/1/2004
48. Poems On Beauty 3/23/2010
49. The Gardener Ix: When I Go Alone At Night 1/1/2004
50. The Gardener Lxxvi: The Fair Was On 1/1/2004
51. I Cast My Net Into The Sea 3/23/2010
52. The Gardener Xxxviii: My Love, Once Upon A Time 1/1/2004
53. The Gardener Xl: An Unbelieving Smile 1/1/2004
54. The Sun Of The First Day 3/23/2010
55. Waiting 3/23/2010
56. Poems On Time 3/23/2010
57. Poems On Man 3/23/2010
58. Keep Me Fully Glad 3/23/2010
59. Palm Tree 3/23/2010
60. Ungrateful Sorrow 3/23/2010
61. The Gardener Xxiv: Do Not Keep To Yourself 1/1/2004
62. The Gardener Lxviii: None Lives For Ever, Brother 1/1/2004
63. My Dependence 3/23/2010
64. The Gardener Lxxxiii: She Dwelt On The Hillside 1/1/2004
65. The Gardener Xiv: I Was Walking By The Road 1/1/2004
66. The Gardener Xix: You Walked 1/1/2004
67. I Found A Few Old Letters 3/23/2010
68. Lover's Gifts Xvi: She Dwelt Here By The Pool 1/1/2004
69. Lover's Gifts Xl: A Message Came 1/1/2004
70. The Source 1/1/2004
71. Lover's Gifts Lviii: Things Throng And Laugh 1/1/2004
72. The Gardener Xxxiv: Do Not Go, My Love 1/1/2004
73. The Wicked Postman 1/1/2004
74. The Little Big Man 1/1/2004
75. Lover's Gifts Xxxix: There Is A Looker-On 1/1/2004
76. Lover's Gifts Xix: It Is Written In The Book 1/1/2004
77. The Recall 1/1/2004
78. The Gardener Lxiv: I Spent My Day 1/1/2004
79. Lover's Gifts Xviii: Your Days 1/1/2004
80. The Gardener Xiii: I Asked Nothing 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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The Last Bargain

"Come and hire me," I cried, while in the morning I was walking on the stone-paved road.
Sword in hand, the King came in his chariot.
He held my hand and said, "I will hire you with my power."
But his power counted for nought, and he went away in his chariot.

In the heat of the midday the houses stood with shut doors.
I wandered along the crooked lane.
An old man came out with his bag of gold.
He pondered and said, "I will hire you with my money."

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