Rabindranath Tagore

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

Rabindranath Tagore Poems

1. The Merchant 3/23/2010
2. Stray Birds 91 - 99 3/23/2010
3. The Gardener Lxxix: I Often Wonder 3/29/2010
4. The Golden Boat 3/23/2010
5. Stray Birds 81 - 90 3/23/2010
6. The Gardener Xxix: Speak To Me My Love 3/29/2010
7. Stray Birds 51 - 60 3/23/2010
8. Unyielding 3/29/2010
9. Stray Birds 11- 20 3/23/2010
10. Keep Me Fully Glad 3/23/2010
11. Stray Birds 81 - 90 3/23/2010
12. Stray Birds 31 - 40 3/23/2010
13. The Gardener Xliv: Reverend Sir, Forgive 1/1/2004
14. When The Two Sisters Go To Fetch Water 3/23/2010
15. Stray Birds 71 - 80 3/23/2010
16. The Gardener Xlv: To The Guests 1/1/2004
17. The Gardener Xlii: O Mad, Superbly Drunk 1/1/2004
18. The Gardener Xliii: No, My Friends 1/1/2004
19. Stray Birds 41 - 50 3/23/2010
20. I Cast My Net Into The Sea 3/23/2010
21. I Found A Few Old Letters 3/23/2010
22. Lord Of My Life 3/23/2010
23. The Gardener Xxi: Why Did He Choose 1/1/2004
24. The Gardener Lxix: I Hunt For The Golden Stag 1/1/2004
25. The Gardener Li: Then Finish The Last Song 1/1/2004
26. Poems On Man 3/23/2010
27. Stray Birds 61 - 70 3/23/2010
28. Stray Birds 21- 30 3/23/2010
29. The Gardener Lxxxiv: Over The Green 1/1/2004
30. Maran-Milan (Death-Wedding) 3/23/2010
31. The Gardener Xlviii: Free Me 1/1/2004
32. My Dependence 3/23/2010
33. The Gardener Xxii: When She Passed By Me 1/1/2004
34. The Gardener X: Let Your Work Be, Bride 1/1/2004
35. Poems On Beauty 3/23/2010
36. The Gardener Lxxvi: The Fair Was On 1/1/2004
37. We Are To Play The Game Of Death 3/23/2010
38. The Gardener Xxvi: What Comes From Your Willing Hands 1/1/2004
39. The Kiss 3/23/2010
40. Poems On Time 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 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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