Rabindranath Tagore

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

Rabindranath Tagore Poems

121. Stray Birds 61 - 70 3/23/2010
122. Stray Birds 71 - 80 3/23/2010
123. Stray Birds 81 - 90 3/23/2010
124. Stray Birds 81 - 90 3/23/2010
125. Stray Birds 91 - 99 3/23/2010
126. Stream Of Life 1/1/2004
127. Strong Mercy 1/1/2004
128. Superior 1/1/2004
129. Sympathy 1/1/2004
130. The Astronomer 1/1/2004
131. The Banyan Tree 1/1/2004
132. The Beginning 1/1/2004
133. The Boat 1/1/2004
134. The Chanpa Flower 1/1/2004
135. The Child-Angel 1/1/2004
136. The End 1/1/2004
137. The First Jasmines 1/1/2004
138. The Flower-School 1/1/2004
139. The Further Bank 1/1/2004
140. The Gardener Iv: Ah Me 1/1/2004
141. The Gardener Ix: When I Go Alone At Night 1/1/2004
142. The Gardener Li: Then Finish The Last Song 1/1/2004
143. The Gardener Lix: O Woman 1/1/2004
144. The Gardener Lv: It Was Mid-Day 1/1/2004
145. The Gardener Lvii: I Plucked Your Flower 1/1/2004
146. The Gardener Lxi: Peace, My Heart 1/1/2004
147. The Gardener Lxiv: I Spent My Day 1/1/2004
148. The Gardener Lxix: I Hunt For The Golden Stag 1/1/2004
149. The Gardener Lxviii: None Lives For Ever, Brother 1/1/2004
150. The Gardener Lxxix: I Often Wonder 3/29/2010
151. The Gardener Lxxv: At Midnight 1/1/2004
152. The Gardener Lxxvi: The Fair Was On 1/1/2004
153. The Gardener Lxxxi: Why Do You Whisper So Faintly 1/1/2004
154. The Gardener Lxxxiii: She Dwelt On The Hillside 1/1/2004
155. The Gardener Lxxxiv: Over The Green 1/1/2004
156. The Gardener X: Let Your Work Be, Bride 1/1/2004
157. The Gardener Xi: Come As You Are 1/1/2004
158. The Gardener Xiii: I Asked Nothing 1/1/2004
159. The Gardener Xiv: I Was Walking By The Road 1/1/2004
160. The Gardener Xix: You Walked 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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