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Rabindranath Tagore
Rabindranath Tagore Poems
| 201. | Farewell | 1/1/2004 |
| 202. | Defamation | 1/1/2004 |
| 203. | Benediction | 1/1/2004 |
| 204. | Flower | 1/1/2004 |
| 205. | Brink Of Eternity | 1/1/2004 |
| 206. | Chain Of Pearls | 1/1/2004 |
| 207. | Beggarly Heart | 1/1/2004 |
| 208. | Baby's Way | 1/1/2004 |
| 209. | Colored Toys | 1/1/2004 |
| 210. | Face To Face | 1/1/2004 |
| 211. | Closed Path | 1/1/2004 |
| 212. | Endless Time | 1/1/2004 |
| 213. | Baby's World | 1/1/2004 |
| 214. | A Moments Indulgence | 1/1/2004 |
| 215. | Clouds And Waves | 1/1/2004 |
| 216. | Where The Mind Is Without Fear | 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 Gardener Iv: Ah Me
Ah me, why did they build my
house by the road to the market
town?
They moor their laden boats near
my trees.
They come and go and wander at
their will.
I sit and watch them; my time
wears on.
Really, Tagore is one of the greatest poets of the world. He was born in Bengal, in undivided Indian sub-continent. Therefore, He belongs to Bengal, which also include Bangladesh, the soil of which country inspires some of his greatest songs an stories. his poetic inspiration is rooted in Shilaidah, Bangladesh. We are proud of Him.
..greatest poet..love his poems..
Hello, I'm desperatly looking for a translation of the poem Kothay lukiye thako and would be very grateful for help! Thanks a lot
He was true man
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It is impossible to hold the 'Sky'.
It is impossible to describe 'Mind'
It is impossible to find the light when you are blind.
I can't describe my Lord. I have no right to describe him. I jus feel his words.
I feel a mystic touch, a deep insight of life and anerration of mind in your poems, good works.
A true master of poetry, deserved the prizes he got, but there are some words in his biography which probabaly was not necessary.
Hail! Mentor, Savant, Saint of Words,
The pleasure and treasure flowing, growing in your Art!
Brings nourishment to thine divine Heart;
It is the lilt, Divine had endowed 'tis spiritual Soul,
Who showers, powers, flowers, an endless bower of abyss love to solace.
It is the rare, pure Soul, which manifest thro' throne of celestial:
The emblem, and ember of emnating radiance towards the rejuneval.
Love of divine wave, gave those wonderful, mystical, musical charms.
Let those immaculate words of the Poet, pours sublime chimes.
I am too small a fry to comment on such a great poet on the earth