Rabindranath Tagore

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

Rabindranath Tagore Poems

41. Krishnakali 3/23/2010
42. Lamp Of Love 3/23/2010
43. Last Curtain 1/1/2004
44. Leave This 1/1/2004
45. Let Me Not Forget 1/1/2004
46. Light 1/1/2004
47. Little Flute 1/1/2004
48. Little Of Me 1/1/2004
49. Lord Of My Life 3/23/2010
50. Lost Star 1/1/2004
51. Lost Time 1/1/2004
52. Lotus 1/1/2004
53. Lover's Gifts Ii: Come To My Garden Walk 1/1/2004
54. Lover's Gifts Iv: She Is Near To My Heart 1/1/2004
55. Lover's Gifts Lii: Tired Of Waiting 1/1/2004
56. Lover's Gifts Liv: In The Beginning Of Time 1/1/2004
57. Lover's Gifts Lvi: The Evening Was Lonely 1/1/2004
58. Lover's Gifts Lviii: Things Throng And Laugh 1/1/2004
59. Lover's Gifts Lxx: Take Back Your Coins 1/1/2004
60. Lover's Gifts V: I Would Ask For Still More 1/1/2004
61. Lover's Gifts Viii: There Is Room For You 1/1/2004
62. Lover's Gifts Xiii: Last Night In The Garden 1/1/2004
63. Lover's Gifts Xix: It Is Written In The Book 1/1/2004
64. Lover's Gifts Xl: A Message Came 1/1/2004
65. Lover's Gifts Xlii: Are You A Mere Picture 1/1/2004
66. Lover's Gifts Xliii: Dying, You Have Left Behind 1/1/2004
67. Lover's Gifts Xliv: Where Is Heaven 1/1/2004
68. Lover's Gifts Xlvii: The Road Is 1/1/2004
69. Lover's Gifts Xlviii: I Travelled The Old Road 1/1/2004
70. Lover's Gifts Xvi: She Dwelt Here By The Pool 1/1/2004
71. Lover's Gifts Xviii: Your Days 1/1/2004
72. Lover's Gifts Xxii: I Shall Gladly Suffer 1/1/2004
73. Lover's Gifts Xxviii: I Dreamt 1/1/2004
74. Lover's Gifts Xxxix: There Is A Looker-On 1/1/2004
75. Maran-Milan (Death-Wedding) 3/23/2010
76. Maya 1/1/2004
77. Moment's Indulgence 1/1/2004
78. My Dependence 3/23/2010
79. My Friend 1/1/2004
80. My Polar Star 3/23/2010
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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