Rabindranath Tagore

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

Rabindranath Tagore Poems

121. Poems On Beauty 3/23/2010
122. Playthings 1/1/2004
123. Patience 1/1/2004
124. Passing Breeze 1/1/2004
125. Parting Words 1/1/2004
126. Paper Boats 1/1/2004
127. Palm Tree 3/23/2010
128. Only Thee 1/1/2004
129. One Day In Spring.... 3/23/2010
130. On The Seashore 1/1/2004
131. On The Nature Of Love 3/23/2010
132. Old And New 1/1/2004
133. Ocean Of Forms 1/1/2004
134. O Fool 1/1/2004
135. My Song 1/1/2004
136. My Polar Star 3/23/2010
137. My Friend 1/1/2004
138. My Dependence 3/23/2010
139. Moment's Indulgence 1/1/2004
140. Maya 1/1/2004
141. Maran-Milan (Death-Wedding) 3/23/2010
142. Lover's Gifts Xxxix: There Is A Looker-On 1/1/2004
143. Lover's Gifts Xxviii: I Dreamt 1/1/2004
144. Lover's Gifts Xxii: I Shall Gladly Suffer 1/1/2004
145. Lover's Gifts Xviii: Your Days 1/1/2004
146. Lover's Gifts Xvi: She Dwelt Here By The Pool 1/1/2004
147. Lover's Gifts Xlviii: I Travelled The Old Road 1/1/2004
148. Lover's Gifts Xlvii: The Road Is 1/1/2004
149. Lover's Gifts Xliv: Where Is Heaven 1/1/2004
150. Lover's Gifts Xliii: Dying, You Have Left Behind 1/1/2004
151. Lover's Gifts Xlii: Are You A Mere Picture 1/1/2004
152. Lover's Gifts Xl: A Message Came 1/1/2004
153. Lover's Gifts Xix: It Is Written In The Book 1/1/2004
154. Lover's Gifts Xiii: Last Night In The Garden 1/1/2004
155. Lover's Gifts Viii: There Is Room For You 1/1/2004
156. Lover's Gifts V: I Would Ask For Still More 1/1/2004
157. Lover's Gifts Lxx: Take Back Your Coins 1/1/2004
158. Lover's Gifts Lviii: Things Throng And Laugh 1/1/2004
159. Lover's Gifts Lvi: The Evening Was Lonely 1/1/2004
160. Lover's Gifts Liv: In The Beginning Of Time 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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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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