Rabindranath Tagore Poems
|209.||We Are To Play The Game Of Death||3/23/2010|
|210.||When And Why||1/1/2004|
|211.||When Day Is Done||1/1/2004|
|212.||When I Go Alone At Night||3/23/2010|
|213.||When The Two Sisters Go To Fetch Water||3/23/2010|
|214.||Where Shadow Chases Light||1/1/2004|
|215.||Where The Mind Is Without Fear||1/1/2004|
|216.||Who Is This||1/1/2004|
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
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.