Rabindranath Tagore Poems
- Where The Mind Is Without Fear Where the mind is without fear...
- Clouds And Waves Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds ...
- A Moments Indulgence I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit ...
- Baby's World I wish I could take a quiet corner in the heart ...
- Closed Path I thought that my voyage had come to its end at...
- Endless Time Time is endless in thy hands, my lord. There ...
- Face To Face Day after day, O lord of my life, shall I ...
Rabindranath Tagore (Bengali: রবীন্দ্রনাথ ঠাকুর) sobriquet Gurudev, was a Bengali polymath who reshaped his region's literature and music. Author of Gitanjali and its "profoundly sensitive, fresh and beautiful verse", he became the first non-European to win the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1913. In translation his poetry was viewed as spiritual and mercurial; his seemingly mesmeric personality, flowing hair, and other-worldly dress earned him a prophet-like reputation in the West. His "elegant prose and magical poetry" remain largely unknown outside Bengal. Tagore introduced new prose and verse forms and the use of colloquial language into Bengali literature, thereby ... more »
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''“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”― Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds
''“If you cry because the sun has gone out of your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars.”― Rabindranath Tagore
''“You can’t cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water.” ''― Rabindranath Tagore
''“I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy.”
''“It is very simple to be happy, but it is very difficult to be simple.” ''
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