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

Ah me, why did they build my
house by the road to the market
town?
They moor their laden boats near
my trees.
They come and go and wander at
their will.
I sit and watch them; my time
wears on.

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