Rabindranath Tagore

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

Rabindranath Tagore Poems

161. Lover's Gifts Lii: Tired Of Waiting 1/1/2004
162. Lover's Gifts Iv: She Is Near To My Heart 1/1/2004
163. Lover's Gifts Ii: Come To My Garden Walk 1/1/2004
164. Lotus 1/1/2004
165. Lost Time 1/1/2004
166. Lost Star 1/1/2004
167. Lord Of My Life 3/23/2010
168. Little Of Me 1/1/2004
169. Little Flute 1/1/2004
170. Light 1/1/2004
171. Let Me Not Forget 1/1/2004
172. Leave This 1/1/2004
173. Last Curtain 1/1/2004
174. Lamp Of Love 3/23/2010
175. Krishnakali 3/23/2010
176. Keep Me Fully Glad 3/23/2010
177. Journey Home 1/1/2004
178. Innermost One 1/1/2004
179. In The Dusky Path Of A Dream 3/23/2010
180. I Found A Few Old Letters 3/23/2010
181. I Cast My Net Into The Sea 3/23/2010
182. I Am Restless 3/23/2010
183. I 3/23/2010
184. Hard Times 3/23/2010
185. Give Me Strength 1/1/2004
186. Gitanjali 3/23/2010
187. From Afar 3/23/2010
188. Friend 1/1/2004
189. Freedom 3/29/2010
190. Free Love 1/1/2004
191. Fool 1/1/2004
192. Flower 1/1/2004
193. Fireflies 3/23/2010
194. Farewell 1/1/2004
195. Fairyland 1/1/2004
196. Face To Face 1/1/2004
197. Endless Time 1/1/2004
198. Dungeon 1/1/2004
199. Distant Time 1/1/2004
200. Defamation 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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Fool

O Fool, try to carry thyself upon thy own shoulders!
O beggar, to come beg at thy own door!

Leave all thy burdens on his hands who can bear all,
and never look behind in regret.

Thy desire at once puts out the light from the lamp it touches with its breath.
It is unholy---take not thy gifts through its unclean hands.
Accept only what is offered by sacred love.

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