Rabindranath Tagore [Gurudev] (7 May 1861 – 7 August 1941 / Calcutta (Kolkata), Bengal Presidency / British India)
Poems of Rabindranath Tagore
|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|
|80.||My Polar Star||3/23/2010|
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,