Rabindranath Tagore

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

Rabindranath Tagore Poems

1. This Dog 5/27/2015
2. The Golden Boat 3/23/2010
3. The Gardener Lxxix: I Often Wonder 3/29/2010
4. Maran-Milan (Death-Wedding) 3/23/2010
5. Stray Birds 51 - 60 3/23/2010
6. Stray Birds 81 - 90 3/23/2010
7. Stray Birds 91 - 99 3/23/2010
8. Stray Birds 81 - 90 3/23/2010
9. The Gardener Xxix: Speak To Me My Love 3/29/2010
10. Stray Birds 11- 20 3/23/2010
11. Unyielding 3/29/2010
12. Stray Birds 61 - 70 3/23/2010
13. Stray Birds 21- 30 3/23/2010
14. The Gardener Xlv: To The Guests 1/1/2004
15. Stray Birds 41 - 50 3/23/2010
16. The Gardener Xlii: O Mad, Superbly Drunk 1/1/2004
17. When The Two Sisters Go To Fetch Water 3/23/2010
18. The Gardener Xliv: Reverend Sir, Forgive 1/1/2004
19. We Are To Play The Game Of Death 3/23/2010
20. I Cast My Net Into The Sea 3/23/2010
21. Stray Birds 71 - 80 3/23/2010
22. Poems On Love 3/23/2010
23. The Gardener Lxxvi: The Fair Was On 1/1/2004
24. Waiting 3/23/2010
25. The Sun Of The First Day 3/23/2010
26. The Gardener Lxix: I Hunt For The Golden Stag 1/1/2004
27. The Gardener Lxxxiv: Over The Green 1/1/2004
28. The Gardener Li: Then Finish The Last Song 1/1/2004
29. The Gardener Xxi: Why Did He Choose 1/1/2004
30. The Gardener Xxii: When She Passed By Me 1/1/2004
31. The Gardener X: Let Your Work Be, Bride 1/1/2004
32. When I Go Alone At Night 3/23/2010
33. Lord Of My Life 3/23/2010
34. Stray Birds 1 - 10 3/23/2010
35. Poems On Beauty 3/23/2010
36. The Unheeded Pageant 1/1/2004
37. The Sailor 1/1/2004
38. The Gardener Xxvi: What Comes From Your Willing Hands 1/1/2004
39. The Gardener Lxxxiii: She Dwelt On The Hillside 1/1/2004
40. I Found A Few Old Letters 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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Little Of Me

Let only that little be left of me
whereby I may name thee my all.

Let only that little be left of my will
whereby I may feel thee on every side,
and come to thee in everything,
and offer to thee my love every moment.

Let only that little be left of me

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