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
The Last Bargain
"Come and hire me," I cried, while in the morning I was walking on the stone-paved road.
Sword in hand, the King came in his chariot.
He held my hand and said, "I will hire you with my power."
But his power counted for nought, and he went away in his chariot.
In the heat of the midday the houses stood with shut doors.
I wandered along the crooked lane.
An old man came out with his bag of gold.
He pondered and said, "I will hire you with my money."